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What am I? I am but a damaged angel. I, who has torn feathers. I, who has lost the ability to fly. I am a rare gift slowly being stripped of rarity. Who am I? I am the one you seek At your first taste in despair. The empty shriveled gate of diction. I am but a desperate answer To one's search for fiction. I am the walking anonymity Captivating prominence. I am your friend your lover I am but the least bit to discover. I am the wind in which you breathe. The sudden touch in which you cannot see. I walk in the midst of scarred confusion I clear the path of scattered delusion. I am known of the unknown. I am but a healer who's sadly alone.