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(detta är bara ett utkast - don't be cruel)
She flew across the ground
barely touching the mould beneath
yet, she was not an Angel
Her cape hade been torn apart
by the branches reaching out in their fullest
to grasp her face
bloody from the treatment
by man and nature
She's standing on the edge
with a gashed body
beneath only air
and down below the river
and the forest
The shewolf within
longing to run unlimited
pushing, struggeling
No way back
her mind settled
one step to salvation
one step from freedom
She flies through the air
cut the sky
her body dissolves
breaking free
making wings of
satisfaction
A tear of joy
togheter with the cry of an eagle
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