Gypsy
There is enough fire in me to burn a box of sixty-four crayons to the ground, to the pavement where little sneakers roam.
Neanderthal
Compose in me a circus of giraffes where the tomato is hatching grapefruits and the lumberjack is listening intently to the conch shell at the church where the octopus is giving a sermon.
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