The pressure of the wind is my only language.
Dumb within the storm, my every pore becomes an eye.
Who stole my wings was destroyed by them.
The cliff has shattered to form the cage that releases me.
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The pressure of the wind is my only language.
Dumb within the storm, my every pore becomes an eye.
Who stole my wings was destroyed by them.
The cliff has shattered to form the cage that releases me.
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