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Jun 11. 2026
I glide through the shadows where the sun cannot shine, With a thick steel skin and a path in the brine. I have no wings, but I fly through the deep, Sailing past monsters and mountains asleep.
Jun 11. 2026
I glide through the shadows where the sun cannot shine, With a thick steel skin and a path in the brine. I have no wings, but I fly through the deep, Sailing past monsters and mountains asleep.