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Jul 2019
You were Icarus.
I was the Sun,
and you flew too close.
Everybody knows
that you lost your freedom
the moment you lost your wings,
But no one ever talks about
what it’s like
to lose the passion
that fueled your fire.
Lavender for Luck
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