watch the little swallow, delicate
hobble from toe to toe in the cold
oh, the illusion that i could fall for such a pretty thing
just rub a finger against her breast
such delusions of my mind
only mean that i have gotten caught up in the movement
the tight constriction that comes from an angry, vocal taunt
much as in her heart
this evil nymph, i'm afraid she has come to steal my soul
seeking the color of a flushed cheek
a color i'm sure that will trail after her when she flies
startled now, such a jittery thing
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