Wings of Solitude

Before the last of us fall from these mystic skies

"Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.”

I loved you as Icarus loved the sun - Too close, too much

Follow my muse Raven to make her bring you mails whenever she decides to croak a tale.

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Sometimes, home has a heartbeat

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