Savior
some Saviors aren't present
mine is around, circling my feet in an infinity sign
showing his constant presence
some Saviors aren't tangible
they require faith
mine greets me everyday
i can feel his sleek body and soft fur
his green eyes gazing
a constant reminder
that i can get through each day
for i have done it before in worse circumstances
all thanks to him
my little Savior
this cat does not know the power he wields
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