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I kiss the ground and you embrace the sky.
I dig myself into a fucking hole while you unfold and learn to fly.
That's the way it went. I watched you descent.
You got your wings clipped, and your halo bent.
Scratching our initials into wet cement is as close as we get to something permanent.
And I want it back, don't give it back.
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