Perched upon a ledge, touch of tea stain and vanilla buttercream icing, a subtle and quiet lullaby found its way back into present.
Loneliness. An awful catchy, terrible seductive lure that sticks, once stuck, does sit and wonder for a while. Caught in between heartache with anticipation, what gentle silence wraps the bandages.
Standing in the path a short hair past midnight, a scruffy tail shared this sentiment, entered with a curious glance. Positioned closer as they both welcomed the distance together.
The chat congress had to be quiet for many a feeling of felines, though often, magnetism of the sixth senses returns.
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