When thinking was fun without drinking
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I knew the arc of the back of the cat.
Now I know nothing of that.
2 comments:
lovely... the words and the shape and the softness...keep writing ...the cat will teach you...
i can think without the shots now...it is the loving though that should be smoking...in a smoke filled room...but before the khat.
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