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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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