My curiosity left me to sleep
In a bed of dark, unawakened things
And not one of those things were mine to keep
But instead were found to the tears I weep;
Forgetful of the pain it brings.
I lost my head that night, alone,
Thinking only of a bird and her wings-
The way she might flutter when headed home,
And listening to the songs she sings.
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