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Apr 09. 2025
I ride the wind without a wing, Born in silence, yet I sing. No shape to hold, no form to chart, A whisper from the nether part. What am I?
Apr 09. 2025
I ride the wind without a wing, Born in silence, yet I sing. No shape to hold, no form to chart, A whisper from the nether part. What am I?