I had a crush on a spy once.
She was beauty itself—
kind-hearted, truly.
Until the moment I found out
she was only ever a spy.
She kept me under lock and chain—
unable to speak,
unable to feel,
unable to love.
I became, forever,
a bird in a cage.
A Cozy Chronicle of Stories, Comfort, and Creative Light.
I had a crush on a spy once.
She was beauty itself—
kind-hearted, truly.
Until the moment I found out
she was only ever a spy.
She kept me under lock and chain—
unable to speak,
unable to feel,
unable to love.
I became, forever,
a bird in a cage.
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