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Oct 2020
The neon lights have burned too bright,
my wings have been singed black.
I flew too high and failed to find
all the feelings my heart lacks.
Fleeing all my sweetest demons
in the deepest depths of night
I found faith during my darkest days
and praised my futile fall from flight
Written by
Rhys  27/M/Yorkshire
(27/M/Yorkshire)   
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