for the black wolf and his young doe, eating each others heart, until there's nothing left to tear apart. when they kiss it smells like nicotine, and when they touch, god, there is so much blood. it's a ghost story, it's about dancing on cold marble and howling all night, sipping pomegranate cocktails until the sun comes out.
this is for those who don't know love without hurt or life without pain.

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