I was crushed by a forty-foot man.
I didn't understand. I didn't see his hand.
I saw the cracks in the palm of his hand, as he squashed my head, as the soulless giant said...
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I was lost in the cruelest of realms, when I saw your print and the little drops of ink,
That you left by the side of the road, where the elephants rode, where the orphan birds were sold.
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I will follow your scent to the end, to the end of this page, to the start of my old age.
And when the souls in the know concur, I will eat your stress and we'll be done with this mess.
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