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Marble is cold like a lover, scorned. Hard. Cutting. It rejects heat. Yet, If you should touch that frigid matter, painstakingly, you can bring it to life; make it look like there is blood flooding through that stone.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 2:36 AM UTC
Red Water from the Stone
Marble is cold like a lover, scorned. Hard. Cutting. It rejects heat. Yet, If you should touch that frigid matter, painstakingly, you can bring it to life; make it look like there is blood flooding through that stone.
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Mar 7, 2025
Mar 7, 2025 at 2:36 AM UTC
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