I waited and looked.
I searched for you.
I am a newborn, but I see you.
I recognize you as my own.
My parent, the knight who’ll take on all the suffering in exchange for my wellbeing. Isn’t that right?
Isn’t that how the story goes?
What’s that on your nose?
Powdered donuts, I suppose.
You’ve consumed it awhile ago.
I ask for some, you tell me no.
Snot drips out that nose of yours.
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