Baby runs scared, fire in the lungs.
Baby vanishes and then reappears.
Baby gets famished.
Baby gnaws on lemongrass.
Baby loves the word but hates the taste.
Baby watches a tide of hair recede and vanish.
Baby can be two men at once.
Baby can be a woman too, very easily.
Baby cowers.
Baby climbs a deciduous tree.
Baby shoots at the windshields of the cars that pass below.
Baby misses more than you could ever imagine.
Baby has tried and will keep on trying.
Baby lands and breaks every last bone.
Baby is not discovered.
Baby becomes peat, a mush among branches and dead leaves.
His soul ascends, but only slightly, knee-level or so.
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