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*icarus— curiosity is a fire, roaring inside your ribcage. you wonder, and you want, and the tips of your fingers stretch themselves towards the sun— warm, then hot, then scorching, and finally, you plummet. icarus— they call you a tragedy, but tell me, did your blood not run liquid gold, in that moment the sun’s heat embraced you? didn’t the touch of pure, pure opulence leave stardust and embers embedded in your skin, a heavenly dust adorning your burns? icarus— in the sky, as you dive towards earth, you glimmer like glory. icarus— charred angel, did you not feel divine in the seconds before you fell? icarus— wasn’t the warmth worth what followed?*
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
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*icarus— curiosity is a fire, roaring inside your ribcage. you wonder, and you want, and the tips of your fingers stretch themselves towards the sun— warm, then hot, then scorching, and finally, you plummet. icarus— they call you a tragedy, but tell me, did your blood not run liquid gold, in that moment the sun’s heat embraced you? didn’t the touch of pure, pure opulence leave stardust and embers embedded in your skin, a heavenly dust adorning your burns? icarus— in the sky, as you dive towards earth, you glimmer like glory. icarus— charred angel, did you not feel divine in the seconds before you fell? icarus— wasn’t the warmth worth what followed?*
(g.c.) 12/15/16
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Dec 16, 2016
Dec 16, 2016 at 9:19 AM UTC
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