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Ridderkvinden

Published: Jul 11, 2013

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It crossed my mind
And lingered there
Like footprints in concrete

It invaded my heart
Made it home
Like a bird nesting

It lifted my soul
On waxen wings
I flew too close

Now I ask myself
My eyes closed
Was it worth it?

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LivingDreamer97

Aug 12, 2013

It's about love isn't it. I always thought love was a good analogy to Icarus.

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