Caged carnival creature
fresh dire in wit leading
each heartbeat lone
training lanterns to fit.
Your curly mopped head
sang a perched yellow tune
that went soft spoken gorgeous
with the pale coloured moon.
I tried to requite you.
I tried to make love but i'm
better off shooting the head
off a dove.
Caged carnival creature I
can't set you free for I
fear you've caged me and
gone swallowed the key.
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