MY HORIZON IS A LONG GREY LINE OF SILENCE STRETCHED FROM ONE SOLITARY MOMENT TO ANOTHER.
MY WINGS, IF THEY EVER EXISTED, ONLY A SCATTERED FLICKER OF SHADOW AND SPARKLE...
A LIFE OF FLIGHT, OF BRILLIANT LIGHTS SHADED BY ANGUISH, OF TEARS...
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