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i look at you and my heart begins to flutter wildly creating a certain heat inside of me, beneath my skin my heart swells and swells until it bursts, ripping my chest open and spraying my guts against the surrounding walls in a thin layer of glittering entrails a masterpiece of carnage and gore practically glistening in the morning sunlight so dazzling, i barely even notice the smell of my sizzling flesh as the golden sun rays rain down on my ruptured organs, transforming them into a puddle of bubbling crimson brew my legs turn numb and i collapse to the floor in a pile of bones and blood oh how you make me MELT .
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
romance is dead.
i look at you and my heart begins to flutter wildly creating a certain heat inside of me, beneath my skin my heart swells and swells until it bursts, ripping my chest open and spraying my guts against the surrounding walls in a thin layer of glittering entrails a masterpiece of carnage and gore practically glistening in the morning sunlight so dazzling, i barely even notice the smell of my sizzling flesh as the golden sun rays rain down on my ruptured organs, transforming them into a puddle of bubbling crimson brew my legs turn numb and i collapse to the floor in a pile of bones and blood oh how you make me MELT .
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Dec 14, 2020
Dec 14, 2020 at 6:03 PM UTC
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