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Ice is forming on the tips of my wings unheeded warnings I thought I thought of everything no navigator to find my way home unladened, empty and turned to stone the soul intention is learning to fly condition grounded but determined to try god keep me from the circling skies tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit

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