Marks Wings
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When he first called me angelI was sure he was mistaken.
When he first called me angelI was sure he was mistaken.
marlas-dress: Like finding forms in clouds, I see angel wings in these marks.
marlas-dress: Like finding forms in clouds, I see angel wings in these marks.
Wings crackling like a flutter of applause, pigeons alight before St. Marks, National Geographi
Wings crackling like a flutter of applause, pigeons alight before St. Marks, National Geographi
Wings crackling like a flutter of applause, pigeons alight before St. Marks, National Geographic, Ap
Wings crackling like a flutter of applause, pigeons alight before St. Marks, National Geographic, Ap
In the soft grey silence, nothing moves. Like the aftermath of an apocalypse everything is quiet. Ev
In the soft grey silence, nothing moves. Like the aftermath of an apocalypse everything is quiet. Ev
“Virg, let me do it?”Virgil brushed his fingertips through the length of one of his blac
“Virg, let me do it?”Virgil brushed his fingertips through the length of one of his blac
Loving my marks from Daddy. Still flying high. x
Loving my marks from Daddy. Still flying high. x
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