iccarus

October 12, 2009

Wax wings and I love the sunrise,
goals are too ambitious of a nature to plant like scared seedlings into the soil of the brain-
I am nothing but flight and raw emotion- salt for a wound.

From above, I can see the map of my life like the lines on the palm of my hand
no gypsy can read me
I am an oracle for one and my sight is permanent.

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