"My bones whisper to my blood; my sleep deceives me.
This motion is larger than air; wider than water;
Fly, fly, Spirit. A strange shape nestles in my nerves.
Whisper back to me, wit. I'm ready to be alive..."
This motion is larger than air; wider than water;
Fly, fly, Spirit. A strange shape nestles in my nerves.
Whisper back to me, wit. I'm ready to be alive..."
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