the grey stripes
of a cat black and white does not tell lies.
the hunger
growling deep down does not keep quiet.
the sleep
crawling up close behind does not ask permission.
the voice
I know is not a fairytale sings silently the words I need
the voice
I know is not a fairytale makes sure to pronounce so I understand
the voice
I know is not a fairytale makes me sing without asking
I sing to you
as you sing to me
I sing for you
as you sing for me
My feet feel like walking
My hands feel like playing
My voice feels like whispering
The voice I know is not a fairytale,
tell me more
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