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BRUTAL TENDERNESS
My. My. My.
Sweet Rose
You’ve Blackened my soul.
Obsession, repetition, possession.
Words that begin as affection gather weight. They linger. They claim.
Sprayed in blood red, the language stains rather than decorates. What appears romantic at first glance reveals something more unsettling.
CUT ME OPEN
Pushed beyond control, breaking through the cut to expose raw, restless energy.
LOVE SPILLED
An explosion of passion pushed to the point where beauty slips into chaos, lingering as a memory that never quite settles into love.
BLEEDING DRY
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