We
gave ourselves to the air
And
the rain washed us dry
It
wasn't our right
To
decline every fair
We
were innocent as wolves
Caught
in the eye
And
thrall of seduction
Then
the doldrum rolled
The
inevitable collapse
Into
silence began
The
wings of Icarus
Fell
from our sky
We
never held hands
Our
lips touched once
Triumph of Loneliness.
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