



young god
byKamaire•~13min
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There was a man standing right where my eyes were pointing, and he was looking at me. He was tall and his hair dark, braided in a single braid that fell over his shoulder. He was certainly taller than me. And he had wings. Glossy white wings, big enough to support someone's body. I wanted to talk. I wanted to ask if he was an angel, but now it was as if the voice I had laughed so loudly in had never existed.
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There was a man standing right where my eyes were pointing, and he was looking at me. He was tall and his hair dark, braided in a single braid that fell over his shoulder. He was certainly taller than me. And he had wings. Glossy white wings, big enough to support someone's body. I wanted to talk. I wanted to ask if he was an angel, but now it was as if the voice I had laughed so loudly in had never existed.
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