To go with my lullaby, a wire drum overnight
at my ear in a loop in the hope of sleep,
I wanted to try
to go to panacea, all of my life in my hands,
I witnessed grey eyes, irises
student's eyelids and eyelashes and eyebrows, nose, cheeks, freckles, freckles,
scars, broken teeth, gums,
the teeth are my own, and I want to be a person.
Palms and feet, and I direct line of my gray veins and your fingers and nails you want to drill to point out how great,
the great day is, it is possibly my dream,
I think this it is the best.