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the glint of gold is chain and twine
the winds call to her
and she calls back
the bravery within her
alone it does not suffice
feather and bone break, not bend
but disjointed, twisted and forlorn
yet, she is free
the wind knows no mother
no kindness
no mercy
it tosses her to the brim of the world
alone, she falls
but in the moment as she crests
she sees everything the light is lit upon
her eyes forever hold that golden gleam
where once she was beholden to the gold
now it is beholden to her
now it becomes her
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