With all that boundlessness, embossed
With worlds of possibility
A claw pulled this nature inward
To carve it a sanctuary.
Twas life's new dawned dread-guise! With my
State of becoming rolled up in.
Coercion, as is fearsome shaped
Feather-soft is, self-accepting.
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