This is what we build when supplies are scarce,

a baby bird dependent on cats,

a scarf without a head,

a beggar begging refuge sleeping with hand grenades.

In the castle there is a series of locked doors,

each with a particular prize;

I learned how to get what I want by slipping through cracks.

I juggle hot stones without shedding a tear,

leap from mountains without forgetting where I live,

forget sometimes I can fly,

crawl backward through the forest like an apology with

broken feet.

happy face



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