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She rips wings off of butterflies so they can't fly away and cracks them in between her fingers, feelings the magic fade. She slowly dies with each one and places her black heart in a glass bottle.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
Crackling Wings
She rips wings off of butterflies so they can't fly away and cracks them in between her fingers, feelings the magic fade. She slowly dies with each one and places her black heart in a glass bottle.
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Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 9:40 AM UTC
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