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Sleeping on the edge of a cliff   facing Northwest I moved the sun Now I can wake to its golden bloon bathe me in the fresh air of daylight            Caressing the nine minute old streamline Pulling it closer Like time does to me               And I become ash
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
If I were Icarus
Sleeping on the edge of a cliff   facing Northwest I moved the sun Now I can wake to its golden bloon bathe me in the fresh air of daylight            Caressing the nine minute old streamline Pulling it closer Like time does to me               And I become ash
#peace#sun#spirit#soft#mythology#icarus#leo
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May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:35 PM UTC
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