There Is a Lion in My Living Room
I feed it raw meat
so it does not hurt me.
It is a strange thing
to nourish what could kill you
in the hopes it does not kill you.
We have lived like this
for so many years.
Sometimes it feels like
we have always lived like this.
Sometimes I think
I have always been like this.
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