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us—still looking for oceans now sure that they’re out there

somewhere.

It is the Icarus in me that desires melted wax wings when I have good things going.

and she told me:
waged wars aren’t always deafening cannons
and struggle
isn’t some marvellous thing
and her battles were hushed,
overlooked
nothing but a whispered conversation
between a girl and her razors

I overheard that she stole so much opportunity from life
that death himself was furious
and the grim reaper tried to
cut off her hands in punishment
his strikes refused to slice deep enough
his scythe broke on her Nemean lioness—
thick skin