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His feet fly swiftly.
Brain scared of visions in the aromatic air.
Drug-induced; every night choosing to run
from the unknown pursuing him.

Fish held tightly between taut teeth feed his addiction,
And compliment his drug of choice.
His world, in that moment, rushing with adrenaline.
He leaps... and lands with a flick of his tail
I gave him too much catnip.

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