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Your truth is sweet. Mine is sharp. I cut away at you, without meaning to, my hands are scissors, yours are feathers. Icarus, do not let me be your sun.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
Icarus
Your truth is sweet. Mine is sharp. I cut away at you, without meaning to, my hands are scissors, yours are feathers. Icarus, do not let me be your sun.
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elaenor-aisling
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27/F/American
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 6:06 PM UTC
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