The violent ibis
Spies us, beside us, silent
Soundless and saves us
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Butterflies inside
Behind my eyes, surprise me
Die slowly into lies and drown me
And all the way surround me
Dragging slowly down
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The shadow cast along
The wall behind me, silent
Belongs to my cat
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Words that don’t make sense
Scrawled down every page I see
I might be in France
RJ
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