Tabula Rasa
Iris clenching like a fist
Trade lies with a dirty mirror.
Shut the mind and lock it tight
Lest the flies come near.
Love my silence, hate my sleep
Kill to get a thought.
Think in English, talk in French;
I am a melting pot.
They're coming through the bathroom window,
Coming for my space.
I've kept it empty for too long,
Afraid I'd lose my place.
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