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eighteen and chilling

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bong water

more like sickarus

October 16, 2020


(icarus-centered poetry. more to come probably)

i said that you were icarus
and i, the sun and sea
you are the one who fell
i didn't see the irony

icarus, with wings of wax
fly for just a while
pretend you're still aloft
and that your grimace is a smile

drifting in your lover's grip
only to find it burned
you learned, as you fell, that the pain
was none of his concern
i like rhyming and i hate talent so i make shit poems


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