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The Angel with Cracked Wings
TL;DR A poem about finding true sight in darkness, embracing wounded wings, and rising toward the sun.
Light pierces through wind torn holes. My eyes ache adjusting to the light. Shapes and figures barely formed. A sweet scent calls me forward. But I know nothing of the day; like a blind man, seeking the sight he once knew. But it is not in the light one finds sight. It is in the darkness.

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