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Lonely
I sit with grief and hear it say,
for my mother I cry in tears
I'm all alone every night and day
and I'm afraid of my deepest fears.

Walking closer to it, behind a tree
heard a feeble meow from the loam
rubbing my legs it looked at me
and with the kitten I walked home.
© Krishnan

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