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As the wind whistles through my body, ringing throughout the earl grey sunset, rust, forming around the weeks old black eyeliner, but my wings, dusty and going numb, i will never take to flight again, courage, broken by an endless seam of depression and angst, but my aura, forever staying dark, not comparing to your eyes, which shine brighter than the brightest stars during that wispy moon, now i fly on wings of redeption...

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