Frail wings;
The further I fly, the farther away I am from you.
The Porcelain Guy
The back alley of the arts department is all bricks, turpentine and paint. Dull.
But this shortcut gets my ass to class on time. I walk straight, head set down because it feels - no, it is, safer that way.
It rains porcelain again that
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