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The australian mist

I lay there in peace and slowly fall asleep

I devour mouse meat,purring like a baby drinking its milk.

I am a peace-maker, dream-taker.

I am a smile-inventor.

I watch and I think, am I a friend-maker?

I occupy Australia, silently in the distance.

My emerald eyes glistened in the moonlight.

While I flush my milk down, I feel in heaven

No one around. 

I yearn for all the attention.

My ears stretch to its highest ,when I hear my friend’s voice.

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