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Something brushes against me.
Something
Soft.
Something pushed it's tiny nose through my curtain of hair.
And curiously sniffs my cheek.
Something breaths in my face
With a breath that stinks of
Tuna fish.
Something flops down on my hands,
Chest rumbling with happy purrs.
Something rolls on it's back,
Exposing it's soft, white, belly,
And bats at my hair,
With a playful squeak.
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Slowly, my eyes open.
Slowly, I take a shaky breath.
Slowly, I raise one, trembling hand,
And touch soft, warm fluff.
And slowly,
Shakily,
Almost nervously,
I smile.
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Scratching the Surface (Poems)
PoetryUPDATE: I wrote these when I was 13 and depressed all the time. I'm 18 now, and, fortunately, life's been going well! Unfortunately, these poems are fairly cringe, so read at your own risk. Just some poems that I write when I'm in the poetic mood...
