Large cubic six by six by six All sides open except the top roof And here comes the thick blanket When put on the roof

My mother is a distant voice that travels across the blue through a thin electric wire and gently scratches my stomach. My mother is phrases

Lost child, blinks blue eyes, hot tear flows, as billion dollar bombs engulf ten cent shacks in flames and the once-glittery dreams of honorable men

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