back wings are looking tired, nude, endless ...
Who wants to fill the empty space pen?
Wanted spare wings, colorful, unbreakable. Wanted noisy wings, perfect, unique and precise, that are infallible and are waterproof, they pride themselves on being different, brave, patriotic. With or without feathers, worn and stained, just looking for a pair with the intention of flying.
crave certainty is golden and pristine roads where you can run barefoot. Finds the desire and intimacy necessary to operate as do the stars, to cry, and scream, and yell, and scream, and feel in the depths of the chest. We all want hands that runs like us blind, unveiling caste promises to repeat burning on ...
I want to wings of lust, free wings, strong wings ...
tender
I want wings, angel wings, hopes that will not wither ...
I want wings to fly over the city and look around without being looked at. I want to go anywhere and nobody back tell me no. Not sales. You can not. Do not know how to spell ...
I want from my heavy heart away one hundred thousand butterflies are green, starting to the sunsets where, has become one of them, all together we can flap ...
Wanted Wings ...
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