Everybody is worried about me.
Everything has already been said.
Except:
On the back of notes
I write one of my own:
Don't worry.
I'm a lion.
Unarmed,
I don't bring anything.
I'm only here to take.
The road is littered with flowers and orange peels,
Swans and deflated balloons,
Empty stables.
Centered breath,
Filled with the scent of my own perfume.
There you are.
Not on your throne,
Crying alone
Tucked in the corner.
Silently in.
Not a word out.
I shut the door behind me.
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