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When I move
You move with me
I feed off you
You feast on me
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
Where's this small
Dead hand that creeps me
I am biting it to its very bone
Collapsing with everything new on me
Until it gets so very old
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
There is this third body
Spinning fast
Reducing me
Into a relapse
With its crippled flaps
Slow motion dims
Sweetly parasited
By butterfly wings
And what I see
You can not see
That when I move
You move with me
All that is old is new again
(To be) each other spies
We're condemned
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect
And what I see
You can not see
I will have to kill you
Before you kill me
Everything is everywhere
The butterfly effect
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