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sterile scented skin soft but not subtle to be pale, like bleach white hospital walls. paper thin, self indulged pulse running icy fingertips stinging cold. you smell like an operating room and feel like the cold light after. now scarlet deep your pristine tundra, flowing broken in one hundred gentle criss-cross lines you are desecrated stained in alizarin red unworthy.
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
one hundred criss-cross lines
sterile scented skin soft but not subtle to be pale, like bleach white hospital walls. paper thin, self indulged pulse running icy fingertips stinging cold. you smell like an operating room and feel like the cold light after. now scarlet deep your pristine tundra, flowing broken in one hundred gentle criss-cross lines you are desecrated stained in alizarin red unworthy.
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Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 1:53 PM UTC
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