A creature born without perfect wings.
Like the catterpillar, I am not yet a butterfly.
The world is sand in my mouth. Quench my thirst.
You have intended me for so much more than this place of clay and dirt can offer.
"Creatures are not born with desires uness satifaction for those desires exists."
Not of this world.
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