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Into the Abyss

A zealous gust, feathers a-ruffling;
Eyes closed in silence, listening.
Whispers of life, yet far from realising
We're all but one, no matter where we're flying.

Looking below, a depthless abyss.
Memories of the sun's soft, warm kiss...
We take the fall, drop into a glide and miss
Traps and thorns revealing nostalgic vivids...

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