My heart is a brothel where,
My love for them grows
More virgin each day,
As I fuck another of my lovers.

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The lost birds
suddenly met .
Spend their lives
together forever .

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Home is not
us building
walls, but walls
building us.
Home is not
where we
live, but live
a little.
Home is not
us together,
but together where
we're us.
Home is not
nestling birds,
but waiting for
lost birds.

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Always the lost birds
Are like the lost words
One migrate through zones
Other migrate through minds

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...and the lost birds found each other in the same cage. Locked - this time with a promise of being together forever, never to be lost again!

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They united, again.
But separated.
Still seemed together.
Implied lost.

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Building a Character and narrating a situation has to be in sink. Otherwise the reader will be in a nomadic world,like the lost birds

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THE LOST BIRD

You and me
here together
Living in nest
Home together ♾

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The lost birds
met haphazardly
Spend their life
together endlessly

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Dear April,

The lost birds,
Adrifted with
The advent of
Your tedious-summer...

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