Wings

While I was out shopping, on my way out of the building, there was a boy with wings on his dark grey woven trench coat sleeve, shaggy black hair, hands stuffed into pockets as he hid his face behind the hair... And for some reason I couldn't determine I was fixated, and wanted to walk up and trace my fingers along the wings and ask what they meant. But I don't think this world allows for such things. So I'll never know the eyes or the voice of the boy with the wings on his coat. It's better that way...I don't think I can handle any hearts but my own for a while.

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