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Honey Kitten

Honey, I’m your kitten,
bitten by reality too many times to grow old,
so, I’m frozen in time,
like the peaches and limes we keep locked in the freezer drawer,
in case we have company.
I want you next to me,
fireworks collide in the sky when we kiss,
and I never know if they are real or a blissful dream,
but it doesn’t matter,
because I am your kitten,
frozen in time,
yours, as long as you’re mine.

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