Random scribbles , hasty and quick
Long lost days , happy and bleak .
A parrot’s feather , pressed between pages
It flew away hastily , alone stood the cages.
That secret love , that stolen kiss
Sweetest memories , drank to the lees .
An account of life , as it stood
She opened me up and used to brood.
Words like ants , spread all over
Confessions and emotions , I was the cover.
Bathed in words , unmoved , I sat still
As she groped her way , through the quill .
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