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To the cat,

We have an interesting affaire. Every night we meet by chance on the same street corner, under the same moon. We are both absolutely frightened by each other but that does not stop either of our curiosity. We simply watch one another until it is too early to continue. We stare into one another looking something that isn’t there. I want to know with voracity that kills me. It is the chaos dwelling deep beneath my skin that causes the both of us to part during such a time. A beautiful sonata rings through the cracks in the sidewalk as we walk. We walk away from each other, avoiding the weeds that grow. This night, I call to end, another you call to an end. This even exchange must continue for the sake of each of our beings. The moonlit sonata of tonight’s affaire rings one last open note which serenades us to sleep; sleep brings mice and mice bring comfort.

Till tomorrow, good night

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