icarus

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falling
down,
down,
down,
down,
o! how far you've dropped.

melted wings touch the sun,
feathers scorched,
heads bowed,
ocean churning and hungry.

waves reaching up to snatch you into
its cold,
white claws.

thrash you around in its stomach,
beating the light out of man.

o! if only you listened,
if only you were aware.
if only life's treasures
were not enough to taint your mind.

swimming
up,
up,
up,
up,
o! how the tides turn.

they yearn for your flesh.

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