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I want to take flight with icicles on my beating, feathered wings.
I want to feel the salt of the wind and inhale the breaths of clouds.
I want to spiral, tumble, and shake midair, abandoning the strings.
I want to position my arms forward, proclaiming myself a superhero, not a martyr.
And as Icarus & I head to eternal warmth, I will anticipate the fall.
I want to feel the salt of the wind and inhale the breaths of clouds.
I want to spiral, tumble, and shake midair, abandoning the strings.
I want to position my arms forward, proclaiming myself a superhero, not a martyr.
And as Icarus & I head to eternal warmth, I will anticipate the fall.