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the icarus complex
on eagle wings
i soar
joy throbbing in my breast
i swoop
fearlessly, lovingly
i rise
to touch the sun
on butterfly wings
i flutter
happiness causing flight
i float
carelessly, ecstatically
i glide
to touch the flowers
on broken wings
i fall
fear rising in my throat
i plummet
helplessly, hopelessly
i die
and touch the truth
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