Here I sat
In this cold and lonely room.
Covered in moss,
Perched on a stool.
My eyes were stars
And my face the moon,
Rabbits hopped on my skin.
From dusk ‘till noon.
Birds flew from my chest
As I wove on my loom,
A simple cloth of bees wax.
My marble fingers light and cool.
Here I sat
In this cold and lonely room.
Covered in moss
Perched on a stool.
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