I worry about the beeswax in my wings.
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Sometimes, I’ll write something and then change it from the truth to a little bit of better writing.
I can smell the beeswax on her angel wings.
Bedrock from Barney rubble
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Here I am in the future, and here you are in my past. Here we are, both of
us, together. Right now. Here. Why though? Is it fate? Destiny? Kismet?
Synch...
2 days ago
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