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He loves torn, worn and broken things; lives on bookshelves dreaming of girls with shorn, drooping, flightless wings and ancient eyes so he can watch endless rain scattering rainbows to fill a blotched mind that he can’t see is far from flightless.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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He loves torn, worn and broken things; lives on bookshelves dreaming of girls with shorn, drooping, flightless wings and ancient eyes so he can watch endless rain scattering rainbows to fill a blotched mind that he can’t see is far from flightless.
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Sep 18, 2013
Sep 18, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
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