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I speak to the jeweled creature carefully Not knowing if my height, volume, alien skin is frightening Its exterior, an emerald case of ocean and wind

the moon is a shivering pan of milk. A dog bowl is left out, knocked over by her barely still a boy. He snuffles his wayin

The child has broken the window with an orange. I heard its music from the parlour below. The child has spelled my name with his sharp