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Aug 2015
To bask within the sunlight,
rejoicing in her glow
I race toward the heavens
on wings borne of my soul.

As Icarus hath shown me,
the sun doth melt my wings.
But as he falls toward his fate
the flightless bird still sings.
Written by
Miguel Quixote
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