Alias & Tarsier
cub
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One afternoon on the train
There was a child sitting beside me
Smearing the glass
With his face and hands
Let's look for things to do
He said, I
can
show
you
10
ways
to
fold
a
letter
Or
can
you
curl
your
tongue
like
this?
I
can.
Curiosity clings
It's a roof weather tight
For this only son
He's buried in himself while
The world goes up for sale
Sitting beside him
It's like when a dog smiles
The wait is never long
And conquering grows futile
While the world's for sale
He's buried in himself
I would sooner believe this star
Not nearly 3 feet tall