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[skanugget]

cast aside, he weeps
feeling the sun seep under his eyes
gritting his teeth as dull blades dissect
like calloused fingers painting on vermilion skies
sucking the venom dripping from his tongue
she madly licks her lips clean of guilt
made the last incision across his sunken chest
and with her final breath
she saw the most divine of flowers wilt

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[anonymous]

anyway, glad you're rocking the cube