>My lover and I make a crime scene every night. But every night, we walk away with more blood on our hands. Not victimless, but witnessless.
_tell me what this carnal discourse is. tell me i can wash it off. tell me i can forget._
>But no, the world murmurs back to me, no, you get to bathe in it. And then, just when you feel anew, you will open your eyes to a lake of lost lovers.
Jul 30, 2018
Jul 30, 2018 at 4:41 PM UTC
>My lover and I make a crime scene every night. But every night, we walk away with more blood on our hands. Not victimless, but witnessless.
_tell me what this carnal discourse is. tell me i can wash it off. tell me i can forget._
>But no, the world murmurs back to me, no, you get to bathe in it. And then, just when you feel anew, you will open your eyes to a lake of lost lovers.
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