unusual for me.

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I vow not to write about love, not to be another cliche, not to say words that don't have any meaning left. I seem to be doomed for failure. Sometimes every word I write is 'love' but the letters are rearranged, the sounds are different. All the words are red. All the words are scrawled in blood. All the words are written on my bare chest. I can't help it.

My beautiful beautiful boy. You crucify my hands, make the petals bleed, make me write words with the blood.

I've been all about blood, its kind of scary.