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nothing in return
all done with what if
i dove off a cliff
despairing my lack
my bare wingless back
but before i hit water
the song of the sea's daughter
suspended me still in air
watching the ebbing waves fire
flames in a liquid furnace
my vantage of the surface
i saw the future of earth
a butcher give birth
to one who'd flood all
then fear stopped my fall
i flew to the mall
forgot what i learned