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Tuesday, November 25, 2008

icarus

My dear artificial angel, flying so high with wax wings. Careful, you're flying too close to the sun..! If you're not careful, those very wings are sure to melt. Tell me, sweetheart, who will save you before you plummet to your death from such altitudes?
Posted by axel at 10:33 PM

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