Wings,paintbrush,flying,living,talons,naked,feathers
Don’t clip my wings My paintbrush has traced many lines My feathers have flown in many formations A commander of confidence I am flying My heart is racing I know I am alive Am I living? These talons need to be removed. Where are my wings? What happened to my art? I remember a paintbrush. Why am I naked? Did I doubt it? Did I clip my wings? ~Reborn
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