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For you, my love, I want the little
red thing, beating in your chest
to pump it's way out. Ripping
through your skin as if it were
only parchment. I want to see your
toxic essence pouring out of your
chest cavity. And with your dying
breath, I want to hear you beg for
forgiveness, my sweet.
Written by BlackedSoul (Daniella Dravinski)
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