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his magnetic cutthroat eyes grasp insanity by its roots and swallow it whole to replenish his malnourished melancholy. he sips ginger chamomile tea into his flaxen hair and allows it to seep through his scalp and into his apricot buttered bloodstream to warm up the serrated crystals in place of where one's heart should have been. he is lethal to love and my, is loving him a bloodsport your parents never prepared you for. you've been such a good little chapel girl but he has unorthodox intentions that fill up the intricate lines in your sloppy poetry and god, you crave. he is nothing but a system of hollow cavities and failing organs and when you're sinking at your core, he'll bring you back to life just to kill you for game. he tastes like cherry currants and wild honeysuckle so you give into the liquid lust and clouded smoke in his lungs but, oh sweet baby, he's the cancer between your teeth.
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