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Nov 2015
**** me with an abstract loathing. the room is all cloudy hues of arsenic and burgundy and charcoal. in the ****** light of two a.m. we're together. it's an undefined hatred with which we love. i can't tell if i yearn for more or less space between us, but i'm twisted and moaning. with an earthshaking rhythm, we climb higher and higher. your hands grip the head board, my nails on your back. a thunderclap that's my heartbeat resonating deafeningly thought this obscure room. the animosity in the air is tangible, but tasteless. your lips on my neck, my legs coiled about your waist. there's a phenomenon between us, a tidal wave, a green flash, a supernova. there's a certain desperation in our movements, the influx of fever, it's intoxicating. we reach the pinnacle, the peak, a spasm. still, we despise each other. the glowing ruby luminescence of your skin illuminates the darkness.
Lux Scarlett
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Lux Scarlett
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   SPT and NV
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