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March 18, 2012
By Morgan Barnes BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
Morgan Barnes BRONZE, Chicago, Illinois
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The caress of your soft nose against mine
The tickle of your whiskers on my cheek
The feel of your kiss shivers down my spine
Because with us there is no need to speak
The warmth you leave upon my frigid bed
Cannot equal the warmth inside my heart
Without you I'm afraid I will drop dead
Even in the end our souls will not part
Feelings of idolization ensnare
The depths of the ocean reflect in your eyes
And its like I can't take a breath of air
And although it is time for the goodbyes
And then I saw you go, so weak and frail
The last glimpse I had was your fluffy tail


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