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Feather painted with gray by the unlicensed hand of her lover. She’s the beauty beyond as his eyes stared longingly at her. But she’s weary of the gray and scared of his glare. Still he painted until the other colors decayed away. "Ah, you were so happy, honey, I just had to give you a little misery.” And she never turned blue ever again.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
when love begets no love
Feather painted with gray by the unlicensed hand of her lover. She’s the beauty beyond as his eyes stared longingly at her. But she’s weary of the gray and scared of his glare. Still he painted until the other colors decayed away. "Ah, you were so happy, honey, I just had to give you a little misery.” And she never turned blue ever again.
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May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
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