Everyday,
I tore away,
a piece of wind,
from my shoulder blade
But that alone,
could not stop me
The rest of my unbroken wing,
kept me aflight,
till the end of my days
I shall tell you friend,
It is a curse,
to be born,
an Albatross
For you grow so used to soaring high,
You forget how to come down,
to the blooming earth again
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