In the days when I was scared of witches
Cracks in pavements, trolls who lived in ditches
There was I with plaits like anchor ropes
Rainbowed days through small kaleidoscopes
I saw the sky as Turvy through my legs
and people still kept chickens for their eggs
I knew that blades of grass could slit my skin
and the person in the mirror was my twin
But as I see her now she is a glitch
And realise I have turned into that witch.
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