likebabygiraffe (likebabygiraffe) wrote in linguistique,
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likebabygiraffe
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random poem hoping for feed back

Dear Daddy Daedalus-
You, soar.
You, flew.
You fashioned me with wings--anomalies.
You promised me hope.
I was fevered with freedom,
flitting away with your electricity.
Escape.
The fever was breaking when wings became fletchings.
You, archer.
You, weapon.
You, soar.
You, flew.
Sick with what you gave me, I died from what you made me.
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