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Princess Pussycat

In the desert of her desires,
I was the lone wildflower,
springing, spontaneously,
singing sweet songs and reminding her of last summer, in Sweetheart Bay,
once upon a time,
when she used to smile with those dark, deceitful eyes.

Princess pussycat,
purring and appearing in distorted, dark dreams as midnight makes a move,
I whisper my goodbyes,
but she holds me tight,
and I am all that she needs.

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