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Nuna
To the the first living being I ever cared for,
Whose paws touched my face every morning.
Whose fur lingered in my davenport.
The walking alarm in my chamber.
Yearning is a destitute expression.
A...
Whose paws touched my face every morning.
Whose fur lingered in my davenport.
The walking alarm in my chamber.
Yearning is a destitute expression.
A...
