.My head's a spider web of daydreams-whistles while it weaves,
Too many fantasies,
My arms are two legs of a table folded patiently,
Perched up so I can see.
I guess I'm red elbows not sore knees,
I guess I see what it is to be too far back to see,
Red elbows don't bleed..
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