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W
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w
n
Wing
through
an advance
falling back from
ill to take flight
back from ill to
take flight and
veiling the
gushers
restraining
the surges
gathered far
within the
shadow buried
deep by that
alternative
sail almost
matching its
yawning depth
to the wingspan
like a hull of vessel
rocked from side
to side