The rose is blood red. Drips with love, but with hurt. Thorns are sharp, but bright. Once I present you a rose, I’m showing you my love. You don’t know what I’ve gone through to get that rose for you. You can guess too. The rose is covered in the blood of love. Blood from…
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The Blood
Dripping in red liquid. Soiled in it. It comes from our insides. When we’re cut open, the blood runs out. The blood streams down your body in thermal degrees as it’s been trapped inside you for your whole life. The blood’s so warm, so critical. The taste of the blood is very…..different. You get a…
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