This shy child, words to self, shivering in full dark a hark question, pondering at soul, his uncertainty, bared in his doubts being, serious aloud say: his bark not speechless.
This tiny kid sits set therein, inside he is there, invisible, he's beneath this huge lid, performed by a mid adult its factor same isn't exact; grown acts chances either: not fated an act casts a bid.
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