Chris McCandless. by Jay-James May
Everything
About Icarus
Is
A lie.
He never
Flew too high
Burning
His wings.
He
Died in the
Back of a bus
Alone and smiling.
He smiled
And his teeth were yellow.
He laughed
And we all laughed too.
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