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Dec 2018
you are nothing but the cause of blood on my fresh wounds.
i am nothing but the cause of your fatal demise on paper.

but you didn't just cause bleeding,
but i didn't just cause your demise on paper.

funny how things come to be, my love.
dab on that wound with alcohol
nightdew
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nightdew  14/F
(14/F)   
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     ---, Fawn and Kalon
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