On the eve oof my 17th hour in confinement,
He told me there was a cat on the lawn. There was.
It was black and white
Watching us like we were a circus. I suppose we were.
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An Enigma Is Too Much For A Cat To Eat
Poésiepoetry from the raw heart of a teenage girl. I wrote this poetry collection throughout my junior year of high school, when so much change was underneath the sun's aura. In and out of depression, in and out of the psych ward, I survived the first ha...
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On the eve oof my 17th hour in confinement,
He told me there was a cat on the lawn. There was.
It was black and white
Watching us like we were a circus. I suppose we were.
