I just want to sproute wings and fly. To feel the wind lift me up and run itself threw the feathers. To strech out the wing span and just glide above the earth. To live in the air and on the ground. To try to find the split between heaven and the earth. To not have a care in the world and just take off. what a dream it would be. Your own set of
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If I could eat an angel, perhaps then I'd grow wings
Devour all the pretty things
and if I could bleed ink
then I could cut my wrists to sing
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