My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth. — Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
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My wild heart craves shadows. Like a bat unfurling its wings, I open myself to darkness; I open myself to truth.

— Nichole McElhaney, Poetry for Feral Faeries and Rogue Princesses
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