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Wings

I crossed the gate in the shadow of your wings

you were ready for flight

and I was going under

deep down to the core of the earth

to find what you once lost

and held so dearly

I am not afraid of the dark, you said

still you were leaving it all behind

and I was left picking up the pieces

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