It bleed, I saved. It will fly away, somehow.

It was bleeding, at a side of its wings,

couldn't help myself but to unchain it off the pain.

Perhaps... it found me protective,
tho chances of escape were there for it,
but never once escaping has crossed its mind.

As much as I'd like to continue to keep guard on thee,
time would just draw a line of jeopardy.


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Time flies
and I'm sure, soon this little bird will too.

Trust me, Mel... I'm not the kind of guy that you want.
& promise me that you'll enjoy Aussie, alright? :)