somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond my front door

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond my front door, your eyes are the color of wet-food: in your most frail petting are things which enclose me, or which i cannot swat because they are too near your slightest turn of knob easily will unclose the door though i have closed myself as paws, you …

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