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[corpasite]

It’s Love, For the Insane

Torn, bloodstained boots slap the concrete as the woman runs through the cramped alleyways. A clear spot of moonlight casts down on her, the light reflecting off the drying blood on the metal between her fingers. Cat claws are what they call them, and claw into one certain person is what they’re designed for. It once

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[weskerismybitch]

I love you.

[corpasite]

Heheh I live to serve... {bows}