Even the eagle weeps!

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Watch me cry, I’m not ashamed

I am a vanquished victim

Like the eagle I am clad in edgy pieces, 

sackcloth, my sad cloth

For I live on edge, by the very edges of the Mount cliffs
Watch me tear, for in my tears lie my strength.

I tear boundaries 

I break records

I don’t fly

I glide

I soar
My tears flow with ease 

And even my glides with peace.

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