Blissful

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7 июл. 2015 г., 12:48

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I don't want to be
a heartbroken Daedalus.
Let me have those wings
so I could be
the one to burn
carefree
into the sun
selfish, ignorant, oblivious.
Not grieving and delirious.
Incinerate this youth,
this dream down to the root
in an instant ball of flames
so only memory remains.

Blissful

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