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A Memory

May 29, 2015
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You flew too close to the sun

My love melted your wings.

Now all that’s left of you

Is a memory, and a dream,

That wakes me in the night.

I tried to save you, but you

Were already still and cold.

So fly away my friend,

Fly away sweet sister.

We are lost to each other

Until the end of time.

At night I cast my net

In hopes of catching you.

In the morning I wake

Tangled in my own web.

Even if I caught you,

I have nothing left to give,

But a broken body

And a stone cold heart.

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