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Poem: Dementia

Dementia by Max
my thoughts are butterflies my bones the garden my breath the breeze
they fly fluttering wings brilliant iridescent shine
I have no sweet to entice a return
Vivid in sunlight each fluttering climb steals a word, a detail
and  I am less
One day the branches will crumble fluttering down  - the inverse of