Before she was here, there was always fear
Sometimes I'd wake in the night
I might shake in hate or fright.
It's different now, it's changed somehow
Though I can't see,
I know next to me
it's warm and soft.
The form I boffed
It stirs and purrs
The whiskers make a fat face
(A bad relation
for a transmigration).
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