She is the fallen angel I see everyday. Her eyes, filled with loving pain carved by heartache and trauma, are black holes whose gravitational pull attracts all those who look close enough to understand them, and those who dare near may fall inevitably, regardless of the means or intended reasoning. Those who fall for a fallen angel are condemned to spend eternity in a constant state of hopeless desire. Constantly falling as time slows to a stop at the edge, the event horizon. Anyone who…
Like the shape of that wing. Need my wings touched up on my back and feathers done. It is an option.
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Red hair with gold highlights blended in for dimension.