TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings

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Wings, adapted to rise in tempest’s tantrums or tears, have folded, dull with thin wisps of extinguished love. Red candle aflame shone with heat; yet…

TSM 195 — Sorrow’s folded wings

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