magpies live inside my head
they hop back and forth, looking at branches
snails and ladybirds crawl this way and that
there are no people anywhere, no buildings,
no factories, only forests
inside my head, geese are flying across the sky,
tiny saplings grow out of my eye,
pines, oaks, mushrooms
there are no cars, there are no countries,
inside my head I do not exist either,
there are only fish,
colourful parrots,
inside of my head ---
I am absent.
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