| thehudson |
[08 Jan 2015|09:51pm] |
 This book of love is a final gift, dramatic in its virtue. It's a beating heart I made for you. Ten razors buried bones and a kiss that tastes like violence. Blue sand shadows look from above, yeah. We're not alone. The dead will rise again. |
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