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Created on: April 20, 2008
Sat-Ten was his name
I loved him deeply.
He was my Black panther,
the king of all Black cats.
Long and sleek, black coat
so deep with golden eyes,
purring in my ear as I
sleep.
Feeling the need to connect
with me, he rubs against
my leg, gently moving
his tail to encircle me.
Sat-Ten the king of all
Black cats to me. He was
special and mysterious and he
owned me.
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