I am the child with a knife--
for all my years now,
and in monosyllables
I have been digging in the
softness, the door
to some other worlds
Moon is eyeball today
side-eye tomorrow
I stay here, I witness.
_
for all my years now,
and in monosyllables
I have been digging in the
softness, the door
to some other worlds
Moon is eyeball today
side-eye tomorrow
I stay here, I witness.
_
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