Icarus

Vintage, old blues.

Stop with my inner noise.

Chalk that chart, chalk that way.

Disclosered eyes,

Unzipped organs,

Browned sun, let my wings unfold.

Turkish dreams from above

Over our unseen bodies.

Float, my dear.

Drops of silver, drops of dreams.

Don’t waste your time,

stay with us.

Odracir Aruom

180912

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