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Wings Of Ink
Not born with wings,
But that didn’t stop her from flying.
That didn’t make her regret,
That didn’t break her,
That made her capable enough to get and make her own wings,
Not only with some ink on the skin,
But with the urge and passion to fly high and kiss her dreams.
The urge, that she couldn’t conceal, or she wouldn’t I would rather say.
The marks on her body and the passion in her eyes,
Shining like gold,
Her virtual wings and her burning passion was as raw as nature.
She didn’t need words to narrate us her story,
It’s there on her eyes, if you only seek.
@charlieannmax your face was definitely in my mind.
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