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thoughts while walking homea blinding light, a scream unheard, I lay, huddled and damp pining for the exquisite pain of rebirth coursing through my backthoughts while walking home
as my downy new wings lift me into the air I feel the lump in my throat return though I beg my terrestrial crimes absolved we are infants as we are men and I find my self made a new prison
in exile, I shall never be free
by `smashmethod
by ~novenarik
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