I can neither read nor write
I can neither speak nor be dumb
I cannot be a river nor a bridge
I cannot be anything
I am something else entirely
I am a fabric bridge over a chocolate water
I am a sky of green sponge
With wooden clogs as my clouds
When I smile the corners of my mouth droop
And when I laugh I cry
When I am sad I feel strong
Happiness makes me dizzy
And I spin in a candy floss spin
With my knees the weight of wet cotton wool
Equally powerless and connected
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