Too Late

Cats have their signs. The twitching tail. The flattened ears. So do I. Know me? You’ll see them. Esteem me? You’ll heed them. Else No fireworks. No tirades. No hiss and lashing claws. Just silence And the snick of the closing door. Too late. Too late. Call it what you want. I no longer care. […]
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Published on September 20, 2016 07:16
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