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I was frightened by your kiss last night. A shred of discomfort, please awaken me like a whisper. I fear the slow corrosion of your silver and gold. How do I prepare you to take a bullet when I plan to run from your wound?
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Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
Awaken me
I was frightened by your kiss last night. A shred of discomfort, please awaken me like a whisper. I fear the slow corrosion of your silver and gold. How do I prepare you to take a bullet when I plan to run from your wound?
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Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 8:11 PM UTC
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