11:31 p.m.
Kitten,
she called me.
As she rode away
on her Siberian tiger.
But dear,
There's only room for one.
Make you a pattern
Or draw me the lines.
Smile me a smile.
Gentle hands
But your grimace remains
After all the clips.
Or the ice cream jingles.
But don't give up hope,
You've still got your red sequins.
And that crystal vial.
Some yummy sugar for your nose.
Big hug.
Focus in,
focus out.
Blurred vision,
time for a nap.
Ring Ring Ring Ring.
I remember now,
how the glass bottles ate her morals.
Gray ash
and pretty tea lights.
But oh,
don't tell me
you don't know what you're doing.
A single tear, you say.
Kitten,
she called me.
And then she rode away.
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