Oh dear inanimate body sprawled across the floor, it's raining tonight. I ran a finger down your indisposed exposed flesh. I pressed my lips against your sanguine canvas and tasted the masterpiece you've become. Water flows strong down the tiles, and you're such a beautiful child. If only it could be like this every time, it's sad it had to end
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