first there were wind chimes
then tender beats of the drum
my heart raced for miles
I ascended into the skies
but I got too close to the sun
Icarius should have been a lesson
he plummeted, fading forever
I plummeted, curtains closing
the insensitive ground closed on me
I should have seen this coming
succumbing to melodic murder
I’ve fallen for an assassin
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