Conscious-Mess

We yell at each other;

until our throats scream

with our voices.

The words are

mean

hurtful;

and we know it!

consciously.

It is when we reach unconsciousness

where we turn into sweet, tame little cats.

when we grow to tired of

consciousness;

yeah maybe we are deeply asleep;

or well intoxicated.

We cuddle, we mumble sweetness,

we love with honesty.

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