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Take away the sun, so I may rove the ocean despite light.
Let go the hand, so sightless fog drifts in between reflections of ourselves.
Give me a lifetime to forget the language of my birth, so only wind screams out my
lungs when I'm aflame.
We were born to create.
I will not betray my instinct.
I will dig my voice out from beneath the stone.