you have swallowed me up again
with your big mouth, your Jonah,
thinking my thoughts.
a bird-like digestion of who I am to you
put your hand through the steam of me,
the closest to my scalding you will feel;
you don’t deserve the damage I can do.
you have swallowed me up again
with your big mouth, your Jonah,
thinking my thoughts.
a bird-like digestion of who I am to you
put your hand through the steam of me,
the closest to my scalding you will feel;
you don’t deserve the damage I can do.
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