"I want to taste my blood on your lips"
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.
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"Shall we?"
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3:21 a.m.
PoetryThis is a compendium of words, sentences, and paragraphs written at 3 in the morning heavily influenced by the sweet scent of rum and a kiss of loneliness. Although written with the sincerity of my heart, I should warn you: It is NOT really that goo...
Midnight Desires
"I want to taste my blood on your lips"
.
.
.
"Shall we?"
