Golden Wing
Golden Wing

Golden Wing

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I wish I had wings so I could fly. To be free and roam wherever I want. I just want to see the sky from a high and unobstructed place. Just a second of freedom would be enough. “The wings that woke up, take me high in the sky, I can go The wings that woke up, fly now, hard, Reaching the sunshine” /> (An Cafe – Golden Wing)
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[AVATAR: (Chibi) Levi~Shingeki no Kyojin] Deathfic; Darkfic;Yaoi/Lemon; Humor Negro; Tragédia. Apenas um ser em conflitos interno...

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