GROW TOO TIRED OF CONSCIOUSNESS

We yell at each other
until our throats scream.

The words (mean)
and we know it!
It is when we
reach unconsciousness:

we turn into sweet, tame little cats.

Cuddle, we mumble sweetness,
we love with honesty.

(an accidental poem by kris of ZUPAdream)

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