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Darling, dying Icarus You were all I wanted. I'm the moon, I'm the opposite of all that you desired I drift cold around the Earth
You said we'd get our passports You said we'd go to ParisYou said we'd live in New YorkYour dreams were too big for your skin.
I am home in the feelingof your skin against minenestled under blanketsas we lay there, side by sideOur touch--
The first thing I saw when I met you Were your wings, held close behind Tucked and folded, neatly hidden A stifled source of pride.   I loved you for your wings, Though I knew they would be your demise
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