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[stiletostaccato]

their lovemaking was a cacophony of sounds, a thousand loundscapes spontaneously appearing next to one another; grainy desert landscapes with small splashes of shrubbery giving rise to sunken skyscrapers lowered like bashed in vertabrae. It was the sound of knives and pistons. It was a violence not out of a hatred for one another, but of the

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[anonymous]

i love you so much. you are my knife in my cubboard. you are always there. just give into it. just give into it. just give into it. just give into it.