Sennsual
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Wings, once woven of light, now tattered feathers fall, bleeding memories of a time when I knew the taste of stars. I am ash—crumbling beneath the weight of my own flight, and the sky turns its back, forgetting the shape of my name. What is this body but ruin? A vessel that forgot how to hold the heavens, how to want redemption. I sink into the earth, cradled by the silence of dirt, and the sin that eats me is the only warmth I have left.
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Sennsual
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Wings, once woven of light, now tattered feathers fall, bleeding memories of a time when I knew the taste of stars. I am ash—crumbling beneath the weight of my own flight, and the sky turns its back, forgetting the shape of my name. What is this body but ruin? A vessel that forgot how to hold the heavens, how to want redemption. I sink into the earth, cradled by the silence of dirt, and the sin that eats me is the only warmth I have left.
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