I am a feather lost at sea,
I am but a drop of dew,
I am the lock, I am the key,
Find me, I’m a déjà vu.

‘Cause you’re castle made of ash
And I’m the flame who burned your throne.
You and I were meant to crash,
Find me, ember, smoke and bone.

We are bullets made of silk,
And you’re proud as a sunset.
But I’m a sunrise marked in ink,
Find me, gray as a regret.

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Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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