Here an eye
There a foot
Everywhere a piece of me
Not assembled as I should be
What will you do with that part?
I could use it one day
to walk
to drink
to talk
to think
Maybe you need it more than me
Keep it safe
in a jar
in a fridge
Can you hear me?
CAN YOU?
I know things you don't
You'll never have the chance
And me?
I'll dream but never dance
Cut me up
Suck me out
Mother doesn't want me
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