And burns with every pump
From my smoldering, blistering heart.
My bones are filled with sea water
Not marrow, and they call to the
Distant ocean with every move I make.
And I'm sure that if I leapt from this cliff
The wings folded against my vertebrae
Would spread and lift me high
Into the clear, crisp sky and across
This valley I look down into.
Until I reached beyond the clouds
And beyond the stars and
Into your arms.
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