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Illustration by @luciesalgado
Don't fly.
Not with the wings so new and untouched.
Not into the sky,
That high.
Don't look.
Not with eyes so ignorant and true.
Not until you have seen what you knew,
you didn't have to.
Don't write.
Not with the hands without ink stains,
Not with a mind too sane,
Not again.
Don't Breathe.
Not with a face so calm and still.
Not until,
You've burnt your kill.
(What a thrill !)
Don't be.
Not until,
You are not
The one you're meant to be.
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Updated on April 12, 2017
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