One good walk,
and you know you would give it
all up.
A present is a lucky charm,
it makes you talk about
a promise so sweet
you want to keep,
like a rocking chair,
agitating and yet relaxing.
Some story books besides my bed,
assassinating sleeps,
giving me names,
of animals and minds,
breads and love, sometimes they
ask me my name, I smile, so they call me an adventure,
these good cousins of mine.
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