There like a bird it sits and sings,
Then whets and combs its silver wings;
And, till prepared for longer flight,
Waves in its plumes the various light.

from Andrew Marvell – The Garden on Rap Genius


It’s cute to think of his soul as a bird just hanging out

I think my soul would look like this:

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