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Fell, Falling
I was Icarus flying above the clouds
in a set of makeshift wings,
reaching for the sun.
I could never feel as free
as when melted wax drips down
my fingertips.
as I descend from this high
I pluck at my wings like daisies
She loves me,
She loves me not.
An entanglement of
my own self destruction
Plummeting towards the earth
at an unforgivable speed
The sweet irony of being
all too close and all too far.
Always just out of reach.
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