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I am the clash and collide of the starsbecause I create worlds.
I am the awareness of the treesbecause I hear the wind.
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.
Next door live three old ladies. They’re sisters, well into their eighties, but to us kids, they seem beyond time.
The phone ringsBut never long enoughFor the Slow Man.
By the timeThe set’s switched onHis favourite programme’s over.
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,