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It’s not that I only love the characteristics of you that are red. It’s just that, when parts of you become red, (whether by irritation blooming of heat beneath your cheeks the volcanic activity of separated skin friction or swelling, scratching, pressure, sunlight, chemical combinations of emotional magma and exquisite outpours of liquid, stone flesh.) Yes, I see then, when you are red, that your heart beats much like mine.
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
Red
It’s not that I only love the characteristics of you that are red. It’s just that, when parts of you become red, (whether by irritation blooming of heat beneath your cheeks the volcanic activity of separated skin friction or swelling, scratching, pressure, sunlight, chemical combinations of emotional magma and exquisite outpours of liquid, stone flesh.) Yes, I see then, when you are red, that your heart beats much like mine.
chelsea-walker
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Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 8:27 PM UTC
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