
“A mockery, designed to quell my grace in flight.” In this cage, everything is upright and strong, Each bar stands tall and flawless, United above to stand rooted in separate fortified lands, A glory, built to show my weakness and shame. In this cage, its confinement is a world among worlds, A place little […]
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