Icarus is calling, fly towards the sun, you bastard. I want to see you fall.
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scribbles and drabbles
Poetrya collection of drabbles, mostly one-line thoughts. a plentitude of emotions and hue poetry. many of these are tweets from my illhueminati twitter c: (c) mockingjayde 2013-2014
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Icarus is calling, fly towards the sun, you bastard. I want to see you fall.
