I laugh when I should cry
I’m hungry for something different
so you wrap me in iron
and clip my wings

too loud to be good
counting handfuls of spilled seeds
and dancing on moonbeams

too smart for my own good
talking in riddles
and drinking fairy wine

your greatest fear is that someone stole
the child I should be

but I’m sorry
you got me

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