makes me well to see you full,
a lone full dagger limbers across your tongue,
like a bird drowning in its flesh,
you look to the sun, just to lose your mind.
A mystery gift, sailing setting sound,
gave you a letter to hide,
main stage, brought you back home, to heal my frail,
you're a dinosaur now, no one wants to feed you.
Lines me up with his finger,
you're not the boy i'm looking for, what happened to my son?
a Little bit crazy now, he says,
a railway mishap, some creature with a gun.
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