A Kitten Sleeps
They had greasy fingers and dirty hair
Dreaming dilapidated dreams
What if I am not the hero? What if I am the bad guy?
Christmas smells of ornaments and presents
I take off my glasses and wipe the lenses with my shirt
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear
dandelions turn my fingertips yellow
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