Suffocating in a tomb of his own skin
He is Wrapped and embalmed each layer a sin
Content and fearful belong to one kin
Breathe
Flying atop hope brings clouds of old
Icarus reborn the future foretold
Let him fly away yet heed the cold
These wings are so thin
This tomb is so cold
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Author:
robrowsome (
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