POEM: Bird
How quickly it flashes rearing its head
The Firey deamon of love I dread.
Stalking my emotions like a wounded bird
with a low song only the bitten have heard.
Leave me alone, please dont ever let me go.
Push me I pull you saying yes in the no.
The motions and gestures gleefully attract
pantomiming freedom while claws do attach.
Stop I...
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