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Sometimes, I like to walk through fire

Just to see you again.

Your faces are burned into my memory, like the fire

That took your furry bodies from me.

I go to that bedroom, and play fetch with you

My ninja cat, you were too trusting to escape.

You wait for me in that apartment, forever.

Maybe when I die I can finally let you out and we can walk to ocean together.



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