Story
I have an apple.
For that apple, there is a bird.
For that bird, there is a pair of wings.
For that pair of wings, there is a cage.
…
I have a sheet of white paper.
For that paper, there is a poem.
For that poem, there are one hundred words.
For those one hundred words, there is a head.
…
When the words are given wings
A bird flies straight into the head.
On the table are left only
An apple on which nothing is written
And a sheet of paper with a chunk bitten off.
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