Down amongst the mossy rocks,
Rain puddles, in her hiding spot,
He crouches next to her, paused
Then unbidden, kisses her.
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They live small lives, mice.
They groom their tails like eating corn, fight, hide to eat,
I guess that they love each other because they sleep in little piles.
They live short lives, two years at most and it is a risk to get attached
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I was pondering my hunger when I found her;
I hadn’t been anticipating this,
I thought she’d run off like the others,
Then I thought of her mother,
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these are forbidden thoughts i know
she just got married; i have a husband too
but still i think my taboo thoughts.
at the reception i see her, chatting, unaware of me
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