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Your love is in the blood running through their veins dripping from their hands the voice roaring out of their throats the metal armoring and wounding bodies. Your love pulsates in their wrists beats in their chests hot and passionate uttered in everlasting violence and tears falling for fallen ones. But most of all your love is destiny, their destiny the calling they answer the home they return to you. Ares, you.
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
Love In Violence
Your love is in the blood running through their veins dripping from their hands the voice roaring out of their throats the metal armoring and wounding bodies. Your love pulsates in their wrists beats in their chests hot and passionate uttered in everlasting violence and tears falling for fallen ones. But most of all your love is destiny, their destiny the calling they answer the home they return to you. Ares, you.
marcogalvez
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Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 11:45 AM UTC
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