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He ate my face and tore at my lips tasted my fruit, and bit into my sweet flesh until scarlet pumped and trickled down my chin to lick. Sweet popsicle melting sugar in the heat of the summer catch my blood on your tongue before it falls. Catch essence on the tips of your tongue before it falls. So you can steal the flaming ruby rush to fill up tubes, to see as lipsticks, for OTHER peoples lips. So they are kissed pretty. So everyone can feel loved and devoured.



Sell blood as blooming flowers

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