Come cuddle my noir kitty cat,
every moment apart is unlucky,
break the old glass you’ve grown out of,
and walk under the ladder to my world.
I want the salt across the table,
where you rest your legs,
and smirking shoes,
after a long day of pointing at rainbows.
They say you’re no good for me,
but you’re just the jinx I’m looking for.
You’ve eluded me for too long,
and I’m ready to bed my bad omen.
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 
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