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the waves will pull us under.


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"His fevered whispers linger against the edge of your teeth, and you’re left to wonder if all red tastes the same. (If pomegranates taste like blood - if suns taste like skin.) Hands trace ribs leaving trails of crescent moons behind. You bite his lip and swallow hatred from his tongue. And you wonder."


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