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There’s no match
to being hatched by a cat on your lap. Your thighs get hotter as the purring squatter renders you trapped. Immobilized, you realize the comfort passed on by each committing-- One to sitting, One to being sat on.
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AuthorHello, I'm Dana! Welcome to my poetry site! I write when inspired, from the heart, and with empathy for shared human emotions. I hope my words provide connection to our common experience; perhaps a tear or chuckle or a knowing nod to reflect we're not alone. Thank you for visiting! Archives
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