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(BANQUET: @ROSECAIRN.) You touched me and suddenly the grave in my chest remembered what it felt like to hold something living. I devoured you like a starving creature pretending to be a man, tasting your kindness as though it were the last drop of light left in this forsaken world. Still, you returned—bruised, breathless, blooming. 🩸⚰
You call me yours, but you don’t see how my love bruises the things it worships. "How do I keep you safe when my devotion cuts deeper than my teeth?" Tell me, before I damn the rose that dared to bloom in my darkness: FORMAT. ༒
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(BANQUET: @ROSECAIRN.) You touched me and suddenly the grave in my chest remembered what it felt like to hold something living. I devoured you like a starving creature pretending to be a man, tasting your kindness as though it were the last drop of light left in this forsaken world. Still, you returned—bruised, breathless, blooming. 🩸⚰
You call me yours, but you don’t see how my love bruises the things it worships. "How do I keep you safe when my devotion cuts deeper than my teeth?" Tell me, before I damn the rose that dared to bloom in my darkness: FORMAT. ༒
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