Pharaoh is speaking a lot. His purr is inside of me. His fur is soft and fluffy. As I lay in bed with quandary in my head, he lays on my chest and gives me energy as I pet him softly. He then moves down by my knees or feet, to sleep and heal the pain that I feel. His energy is divine, and his mind is elite. His softness is sweet. His purity is complete. There are days he betrays, but with a soft heart I know to look away from his actions that day. He then bends and finds new friends. I love his evolution, and now he is the revolution. He is not just a prince. He is a king. He comes to me, even at night, when I do sing. He stays nice and encapsulated here. Outside I offer to him, but he communicates fear. We are two peas in a pod. Maybe it is just time we needed here in this space to contemplate the moon and stars. Hope
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