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born to blackwing pierced with thorn w/blood on lips ragged and torn i race over greenfields to the river fall fall fall giving this husk to four wind & 4 to find the fifth somewhen under the stone nightburning inside... forgotten days, then blue fire pouring through crashing past bulls bellowing in the blackest storms [whisper] sever the cords & w/o regret time to step over the edge
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