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Choked—gutted
Where are you, Mother?
Your milky mounds—
Fiery brazen cores—

Chained—locked
Where are you, Father?
Your gentle rod—
In death, I fly—

Lead me to the Light—
Ah, the Sky—the Winds—
May I spread my wings—Today –
And we embrace as One!

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