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Stretch your tie across your chest

Like a fresh-tarred street

And iron out your wrinkled hair

You sharpen all your shards

Shattered by your spent up dreams

As the sleep sun soon rises

Stands high and dry

As you fold your paper

Into an aeroplane

To soar so free and fare

To meet the sun in the broad sky

You complete your project perfectly

And climb into the cockpit

And you climb the staircase sky

Heat is boiling yellow

Upon the winged fingertips

Flame but sprouts like feathers

And creeps up your creation

Consumes you like a poem

Conquers all your flight

You crash onto the cursed ground

For failure has eaten you