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a: the blood wells up red, sweet, sweet, like cherry wine. the blood wells up-- scarlet, ruby, and garnet. it hurts. but i love you, but i love you.
k: rareness is something that exists, pressed against your lips like dried petals. kiss this mouth made raw and thick from burning, i've remade myself, a thing of fire.
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