I worry about the beeswax in my wings.
…
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.
fWOT?
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fLike fZelda and fffscott Fitzgerald
was Bbutton his scripted, unconditional
doomed love
toward his doomed dove
his immortal love
typed
scorned
discarded
was...
3 weeks ago

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