I can see yellow.
Stains on his teeth, hate written under his breath.
Two large eyes. To see the world weep and shiver.
Lion’s teeth so sharp, cuts your thoughts into twelve.
Sleeping, Sleeping, Sleeping.
Ten toes and ten rings, nothing seems to be missing.
Whistle with his nose, tie his laces in two.
Used his lanky fingers, left hand first.
Sleeping, Sleeping, Sleeping.
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