Like the quick brush of a cat's fur against my skin
as it chases after its prey,
your love is fleeting
Your anger is the loud rumble and shake of a
thunderous volcano
and the slow trickle of the burning poison left in its
wake
Your smile is the sweet relief that warms the frosty cold,
and stops the deafening sound
of a long icy day of silence
My pain is the sharp unrelenting pull of death
the darkness and uncertainty
of an empty life
full of loneliness...
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