Fortune. Forgive me pale fortune, your wings were coloured but one only saw grey. It was easy to slip away. Now one remembers but images are painful and are recalled in a true light. your smile in sunlight. One feels the waste of so much energy, it robs time of glamour. It throbs relentlessly... Sign in to see full entry.
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