They tweet and fly and swoop until I grow dizzy watching them.
I walk with birds around my head.
People watch as I walk and they point and stare and laugh; until I forget they’re there.
There are hearts in my eyes.
They block my sense and make me stubble and trip.
I look at people with hearts in my eyes.
They don’t look back with hearts in there’s, they look back with x's.
There’s steam coming out my ears.
Passion turns red and the first plague finds it’s way into hearts.
Steam comes out my ears.
Hands fly like alarm sprung bed sheets and words sucker punch even worse.
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