FEATURE
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she
flies by JOHN YATES flying on broken wing flutter of deep wounds but strangely grinning eyes like bright stars she knows she is dying shattered angel who loves life remember pretty little girl, fucked and fractured consider her broken smile chipped teeth twisted pelvis there was her father big mean man then the others she was thrown on beds fucked hard beaten, crushed one day she saw her own reflection her sweet dream and now she flies free on clouds of her own longing and now her dreams of love are skin on skin and now her body moves as softly as silk and now what was darkness becomes light |