Who took a weaning curse
In broad day-light dream
Munching crispy and crunchy
Masticating the noise of the day;
While I was a suckling
The night, toothless
Young, rich with true innocence
You feign thickest
A crust of make belief
Like a walnut in your brain;
While I surrogate inside, distant
To my milky moon
Shooting stars, milking
Moon after moon
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