Excess and duress cannot contain me flim flam flim flam flurry, you skitter like a mouse though you claim feline headlines, beloved, waste not your efforts on vain endeavors; I claim you, in sleep, in dreams, always. Deboned?  My lips curl contemptuously, sitting in a corner you watch me furtively as I pad thoughtfully. I glance, you shudder, I sigh, you hold your breath I turn suddenly, you utter a muffled scream, your hand cover your parted lips….

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