My stirring thoughts were black birds,
Gently pecking delicate fingers,
You thought to catch them; to wrap me round-
Instead, you coiled a spring.
I am awake now,
Can you see what you’ve awakened?!
Rise
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My stirring thoughts were black birds,
Gently pecking delicate fingers,
You thought to catch them; to wrap me round-
Instead, you coiled a spring.
I am awake now,
Can you see what you’ve awakened?!
