All that was divine? internal. and all that was driven- destroyed.I loved you with a fire carmine red and completely my own..Little by little, through the years, I've learned that a tender heart doesn't fit. I'll drink your blood and eat your bones; an afternoon delight. It doesn’t matter what image the mirror reflects back, we have pre-decided
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Perhaps you ought to try plying him with chocolate and flowers, instead of sniveling prose.
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