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Falling felt alot like flying,
if you ignored how your wings burnt.
They were like Icarus, too close to the sun.
Shiny little girls, with paper white smiles.
(Blood dripping from teeth, ravaged to shreds.)
And so they went,
down , down,
into the wilderness.
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