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An Icarus lives in each heart,
Which bleeds and burns
And strives and thumps
For the love of the sun
As Icarus Did.
And an Apollo
In each human soul , resides
With triumph and virtue
Of Lots.
It burns and
Withers away
With agony and sigh.
It burns with a
Brutal Flame
Brighter than the sun itself.
And hotter than
The desire within.
It coaxes Icarus
To Fall,
Into the tempest within.
Icarus's warm blood
Snapped into ropes of
Thickened Ruby.
Waxy soft feathers
Melted,
Into molten
Guilt.
Apollo looked
On and on,
Into the wars fleeing
Far and far,
Icarus falling down
With agony and war.
Icarus moved no tears,
To the awaiting Sun,
He looked in and on
For the love of Apollo.
The sun might never
Acknowledge
Its own deep
Desires,
Cold and melted
For the
Falling Tempest.
But then,
The sea knows
How it all
Started
And now how
All of it ended .....
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