i understand why my god might have cast me out. for an angel im filled with a lot of sin.
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All wings are so beautiful. The ones that gleam and shimmer under the sun or the moon, the scarred ones ruined from ancient battles, the ones just barely sprouted from ones back, dark ones that glow in the night, colorful ones that gleam with the rainbow, all are stunning.
hir·aeth
/‘hir,āeth/
noun
a homesickness for a home you can not return to or a home that never was.