Bright child, razor wired, tired baby seeking
a sound, tinging and pinging, rattled tooth, heard misunderstood one.
crooked neck, pecking tiny toned saviors, helping hands, sweating palmed, slapping while hoping, generously given, open like a petaled morning kiss.
seven twenty three fiver, thriving heavily on nickel coppered conductivity, ripping out outerwear, a light beam, a star-named Sun, son of a greater galactic peace.
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