Talk to me.
Talk to me.
Where do you go when I’m not looking?
Maybe to the sky…
Well, I’m here on the earth
I just want my clothes.
I wanna dress up in Gold and silver,
Pretend I’m an angel
That sort of thing.
I’ll hide behind my clothes.
Maybe when you look at me
You won’t be able to see me
But for the light shining off my silver.
Where are my clothes?
I sew them out of invisible fiber
Creating something from nothingness.
I miss my clothes!
I don’t want to lose them
Because I need them.
How can you see through my clothes?
See me inside?
Now I have to hide in the night from you.
And I don’t like the dark.
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