They say you smell
just like death
but to me
you smell like
fire wood burning
in your eyes
I see too much deepness
your body moves
with too much stiffness
and it seems to me
you prefer stillness
to commotion
your ears
stand up like frogs
peeping out of the water
your nose looks too big
for your face
your fingers
start to tremble as they
sweep over your big head
thats going bald!
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