"You pushed me and I moved,
you threw me and I flew.
It was a wrong cliff ,
those were short wings .
Gazing to the sky
I remember, you were bright.
"Shine like a sun,
that riddle my eyes."
Catching those cold winds, sand drifted.
I held on tight.
Wind blowing with her sound.
She fiddles me so .
I can write her more
but illusions of those reality
fall upon on my conscience before."
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