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 were 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