You’re all flawless, beautiful creatures, soaring above the surface.
Wind flowing through your hair, destined for your purpose.
I, stomp my feet on the scorching furnace,
worthless, a man, dragged by an Earth, that’s ruthless.
If you just, could stop the dirt for a little while,
I’d take three breaths and try to fly as high.
I’d join you all and...
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