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until the rapture

 

I will save my breath

For when you hold me

Deep in your sighs.



I will feather with wings the wax of

my crimson heart, and

as Icarus obsessed with your sun,

fly until the rapture,



until I melt as shadows into morning

fall like tears

until dust

until even the shape of my memory


into nothing but white
Written by rnabokov
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