Her golden whisker shows the life she almost lost,
In the cold November rain.
Her untrustworthiness towards others is as black as a starless night without a moon.
Her body matched her name to measures you couldn't believe.
Her heat holds the stench of abandonment,
Which is the deepest cut of all.
She lives in her cold undecided mind,
Eating nothing but her own insecurity.
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