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Oh! How I long to soar On gilded wings forevermore But stuck I am upon this ground My feet crunching, making sound  
I'm afraid of the fall, not the ground. I'm used to being on the ground, hitting the ground.
Flat on the floor Where the body is in constant dispute With its downward boundaries At the pinnacle of collapse The result By itself No questions in this mutual embrace A solid companion
I watched the flames lick the ivory walls, Of my house, Of my home. Now I trod on sodden ground, Like a sponge under my feet. I pick up the pieces, Charred memories. A single tear leaks from my soul.
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