Oh Strong Wings that Won't Help Me Soar

Oh frail wings, as vanity wanes
I am losing you, losing you,
My Identity, My Great Pains.
You built the scenic falling that
Was my existence for so long

And now, here, you are leaving me
All alone, alone in the wrong
For when sickness becomes pleasure
Why risk losing all that you know
And break all that you have to show

The End

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