bird on a branch
Small
Snail on a leaf
Flesh head slime
Shell and tentacles
Small
Inside a big body
The lost boy of my youth
His dreams float elsewhere
Lost long ago
Time
To reach those balloons
That came to rest in a field
Far far away.
It will be the last thing
He'll ever do.
Shell and tentacles
Small
Inside a big body
The lost boy of my youth
His dreams float elsewhere
Lost long ago
Time
To reach those balloons
That came to rest in a field
Far far away.
It will be the last thing
He'll ever do.
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