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He was my Angle, I thought he had come to save me. But his wangs were not made of fathers but of bones and his heart of cole. Of a fire that died out long ago, now with no warmth left to give. What happened to make him this way, this Angel of Bitterness.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
Wangs of Bones
He was my Angle, I thought he had come to save me. But his wangs were not made of fathers but of bones and his heart of cole. Of a fire that died out long ago, now with no warmth left to give. What happened to make him this way, this Angel of Bitterness.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
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