Forward from: THE EXĄLVOR
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Nonetheless love is like spilling your ribs open up, catching maggots digging into its flesh, freshly. Foremost, I was disgusted yet enamoured by how profound it bleeds. Even as you stood there barefooted in grief through sands of world time, my remembrance always hovers at the cartilage's edge, witnessing your terrible demise. Do tell me, then dearest one. Without those sharp fangs and a pounding pulse. How can I love you using that primary corpse for writing, nor profile needs.
ㅤ“OH ENLIGHTEN,”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“HERE I BEGGED.”
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ(X.)
Nonetheless love is like spilling your ribs open up, catching maggots digging into its flesh, freshly. Foremost, I was disgusted yet enamoured by how profound it bleeds. Even as you stood there barefooted in grief through sands of world time, my remembrance always hovers at the cartilage's edge, witnessing your terrible demise. Do tell me, then dearest one. Without those sharp fangs and a pounding pulse. How can I love you using that primary corpse for writing, nor profile needs.
ㅤ“OH ENLIGHTEN,”
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“HERE I BEGGED.”
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