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Mar 2017
****** sheets.
blood from where
we cut ourselves and bled.
and ******.
****, maybe it was love.
made love, yeah love--
in blood, sweat,
passionate *******.
I woke up with you next to me,
breathing deeply,
dreaming
wet dreams,
in sticky blood,
dried out love.
****,
I need a shower.
a ****** ******* shower,
to wash off this stain.
your so beautiful it hurts.
dark castles
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dark castles  Trappist-1
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   Caitlin Nesbit and ---
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