My friend, the sparrow, left after I joined 3G to Twitter.
I didn’t recognize the breakup because the sparrow was also a Twitter.
On the mountains, she joined again, where there was no Twitter.
She was not a Twitter; it was Twitter who made her look like a Twitter.
I took a selfie with her and tweeted it to make it known to Twitter.

I invited her back home, but she had found a new home away from Twitter.
The choice was mine and difficult: To stay on the mountains or return to Twitter.
I returned because I was not as free as my friend, who didn’t like Twitter.
I deluded myself to believe that if not me then at least my tweets fly free on Twitter.
But the choice is still mine and difficult: To stay on Twitter or fly like a Twitter.

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