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Icarus & Daedalus
Dorothy Woods '26
The wind sprints to his aid and I watch from the deck as it doesn’t get there in time
My wings were cut and I am in everyone and I am in no one
A broken clock
A sense of self
A golden boy doomed to fail
Spring falls through the sky
Wings melting as Summer shouts taunts from above
Calling down to Icarus
I am Icarus and I am drowning in my bed
Hands reaching for a future I won’t have
I am Icarus
And I have no wings
A wilted flower
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