his whiskers do whisk
my delicate skin each time
he whispers my name
(Older haiku, revised a bit)
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Heart Breathings
"Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart." William Wordsworth
his whiskers do whisk
my delicate skin each time
he whispers my name
(Older haiku, revised a bit)
-image via Pexels
Heart Breathings 
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