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joi, 29 ianuarie 2026

our own cat

there's a cat on this roof
she is singing
she is making a shirt
its soft and full of colors
she is watching our family
and never thinking

we are proud to be her peers
enjoying sun, daily games and our own unique laughs 
its a perfect circle 
a fit in a tiny forest 
that will be unseen from the eye 
the usual eye, anyways

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houghton

cad picuri mari peste oraș ostașii cad ca frunzele când plouă  am capul plin de mine, nu am loc să mă scufund sau să trec cerul plin de rouă...