Thursday, January 21, 2010

we witnessed the rise and fall
of the sun and the moon
like frostbitten fingers
on a winter morning
i ache from the sound
of my heart skipping beats
and every note to every song
pushes itself into my skin
and i ache from the sound
of my bones breaking
under the weight
of gravity
we will soar
like Icarus
to the sun
and seconds
before our wings
melt and break
we will realize
there are no
heroes
here

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