we had been together
in one house for years
and you take pride of the
fact that you know me
that very well
when you tell me that i
am a good man
i feel like a cat licking
my tail
soft and silent on the railing
overlooking the road of this
city
and i look down at my claws
afraid that perhaps they are
just to sharp for my liking
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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