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[ne_cave]

Sometimes disguised, an Angel in the devil’s boots, I tread lightly so as not to betray my whereabouts to the reality I hide from. In my emptiness you are there. Sharing a darkness that can hide us both from the prying eyes of the heavens; a communal joy, one that they’d turn their backs on in dismay. Stunning perfection that would make their

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[elenoire_c]

If I tear your wings, will you still be able to soar?