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[RiddleMeWonders]

These are shadows in my eyes
And that is just salt on my cheeks
I have filtered through, and died
I have rotted here for weeks.

There is the sun on my back
I know it like I know my mother
A swell of happiness, ne’er do well
A homesick hope tells the tale.

Let infancy take its course away
To another child, another place
And I will open my eyes and close them tight.
With each day, I will live and die.