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Puss Puss
Familiar Splashes of Gold. Billows of Amber. Lapis Lazuli stars in an ocean of black. Lamia’s pet, her. A night time rambler with tall striking features. A fellow aristocat. Even if I do say so myself.
Being clever like Puss Puss. King of cats. Snow flecked fog dense fur stuck in mud. But proudly paws, through Sermons and lessons a plenty. Can a king of Cats be, as clever as this? if he hides away, in a far corner of a palace of books.
Fallen Sleepless Nights. Forgotten achilles, just could not hold on any longer. Burnt lips, the frost burns too. Cuts deep. Shard’s splinter. Faithfulness is lost on the meek. What use could they have of that.
By Willow Daymond
