I could feel your longing
drips through your fingers
nothing came out to read
you keep it to yourself
kitten playing with twine
tapping, rolling, biting
i watch patiently, let her
she's happy running circles
soon sleep forget about it
while my mind still ponder
throwing glimpse at clock
my pillow is calling back
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