she is
beautiful like a thunderstorm making love to a funeral procession
the kiss of the blade on unscarred flesh, the slow pooling of blood under the moon
she is
she is
beautiful like a thunderstorm making love to a funeral procession
the kiss of the blade on unscarred flesh, the slow pooling of blood under the moon
she is
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The metaphor in the first part had me like 🤔
And the second one had me like 😍
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it was much longer and I cut and cut. In the end I had one I knew I loved and one I was pretty sure you would.
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I did, I do like these shorter ones you’ve created
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