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red lips and black eyes
a bitter sweet taste on his tongue
something so pure yet poisonous-
emotions
fed on his coal heart
a heart that once used to be twenty four carat gold
that was now found nowhere in the room except her fingers
and like every other night
she squeezed colours out of his spongy soul
and so those red lips
found his
dirt creeping up his nerves
polluting his brain
leaving his temple like body nothing but a home to filth

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