Breathe In, Count to 10
They say you feel a phantom pain
when your limbs are taken from your body.
They say your wings melt
if you fly too near the sun.
They say we were put on earth to love, create, intoxicate
I say give me phantoms, driven from my pen
melting wings drawn from my fingers
I say love, create, intoxicate with words
I say
let me write.
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