Wounds
one cold day at night.. the moon not come to brie
may be she sleep or made that
she hide here tremble
her kids was sleepy simple her house forlorn ..
with her lonely alone
she hear sound
he come back..no answer around
she went to mer or ,she back to the bed waiting his worm or scared the calm
she back to the door ..Waiting and look to flour
silence around her ..no body there
asked her self what sound is that ?
she got the answer from her cat.
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