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Sep 2019
I feel like Icarus;
or
a lead ballon.

For I know I am
Dragging-Dragging-Dragging
On the ground—

and
It’s Cold
And I’m Cold

I.
Remember.
Flying.

Flying to close to the sun;
It was hot-
We were hot.

I just flew too close-
While trying to leave
the atmosphere

I popped and
my wings melted;
And now?

Now-
I’m just cold
A lead balloon on the ground.

Or I’m Icarus and I’ve drowned
But it’s still the same
Cold and going down
It’s been... rough
Written by
Megan  21/F/CA
(21/F/CA)   
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