A Boy Like This

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A Boy Like This

Who would know The hidden places, the concealed plots hiding in his hair? Who would know This boy restores beauty, slipping into the tongue. This boy, as he said, will remain at the core of the missile. And who would know The mysterious inhale, exhale—this boy, Entering through the nose. He was born in a half-awake dream, A sensitive boy who likes to enter the carriage through the head, Meeting a pearl-like, enchanting cradle. And who would know A boy like this, Lurking at the ocean's mouth, wrapping around the stomach and ears. To a boy like this, To a boy like this, Give a thief like this, Who secretly scrapes away his germs.