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Born of earth, but with none of its strength. Molded by flame, but with none of its power. Shaped
Searing 'cross the pitchยญ-black skies, I scream in celebration, Yet moments later, my outburst through, I am naught but imagination.
This is in a realm of true and in a realm false, but you experience me as you turn and toss.
I am nothing but holes tied to holes, yet am strong as iron.
You should keep it as straight as can be, yet very few do. Most of the time it's slightly bent or curved. Your sadness usually causes it to bend further, but donโt bend it for too long or it may never be able to fully straighten out again. What is it?
Brings the sky a lot closer.