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I was born with a map of Australia on my face;it was beautiful, my mother told me – there was nobody like me in the whole wide worldwho could trace the edges of down under
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.
The moon was married last nightand nobody saw,dressed up in her ghostly dressfor the summer ball.
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,