paper_wings(butterfly):
I live next to a faerie tale
paper_wings(butterfly):
the ebb and flow spoke to me
paper_wings(butterfly):
cursed lovers
paper_wings(butterfly):
crossed wires
paper_wings(butterfly):
the face
paper_wings(butterfly):
start of the path
paper_wings(butterfly):
returning
paper_wings(butterfly):
rope
paper_wings(butterfly):
he sat there pondering how exactly he got there and how to resolve the situation
paper_wings(butterfly):
fairy hair
paper_wings(butterfly):
she only existed in the morning
paper_wings(butterfly):
tracing fingers over where she slept
paper_wings(butterfly):
leaning
paper_wings(butterfly):
nothing but eyes
paper_wings(butterfly):
trace my doubts
paper_wings(butterfly):
not too late yet
paper_wings(butterfly):
less than/more than this
paper_wings(butterfly):
galaxy of snow
paper_wings(butterfly):
a girl
paper_wings(butterfly):
almost flying
paper_wings(butterfly):
changed in the night
paper_wings(butterfly):
made some mistakes
paper_wings(butterfly):
so dark
paper_wings(butterfly):
before I can say
paper_wings(butterfly):
soft(ly)
paper_wings(butterfly):
it all just breaks
paper_wings(butterfly):
divided
paper_wings(butterfly):
the beginning of fragility
paper_wings(butterfly):
revealing
paper_wings(butterfly):
harsh
