Mark! My words...

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You live in my head,

constantly.

Even with cobwebs and dust.

Can you tell?

You built cozy little nests,

by warm crackling fires,

that try to lull you.

Can you tell?

You chirp and whistle,

most melodiously,

when I need music.

Can you tell?

You gently peck

at the rotten corners

to feed the fire.

ah, the sweet agony!

Can you tell?

I caged ,

a gentle soul

with pretexts of fondness.

Should I let go?

I hold on

strangely attached ,

obsessed almost,

to an idea.

Should I let go?

I confine this

purity and naivete'

for my greed.

Should I let go?

I grabbed

the delicate feathers,

to prune them.

Unnecessary!

Should I let go?

The cognizance

I cannot restrain you,

That you live

of your free will,

In my head,

Indeed Joyous!

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