I want to live in your world, little one,
With skin so loose and fur so light,
A cool nose and warm paws,
Blue lagoons in twitching white
And a tumble that captured my heart.
Whine to me, my little love.
And don't traverse my world ever.
Its rancid pang you must not feel,
Its arid beauty you must not see.
Your father and mother serve the same flesh,
May you see with a better eye.
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