Poetry: Jake

My vision becomes blurry, Eyes sting through my tear, I hear your meow, Sometimes, Dream you are near.   Upon the conservatory roof, Where you, once, used to sit, Dusted by the silver of moonl…

Source: Poetry: Jake

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