Tell Me

Tell me where all the dead children live. It is my duty to visit them with a host of gifts: doves for purity, jam for sweetness, drums to pound out and dissipate their demons, black shoes for them to stomp out their lonely feelings, red paint to swell their senses and marbles for each child to see into our world with so that they may visit whenever they choose.

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