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@dimeyrobot not every trinketβs made for tagged prices, some are made merely to cherish, sortie-stained, and made of zesty recollections you cannot shelf retailed but remembered. β γ €γ €γ €
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Here, I offered you my amputated hands, my raw arteries, my clipped wings (the burnt one), and my undiminished flame of redemption. I pray my loathsome flesh will not make your tongue shrivel, and I hope I am enough to keep you satiated. / Do not hesitate to bare your teeth, and aim for my throat. Until we meet again, My Dear, the mud is where we belong.
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AN ACT OF DEIFICATION: SCULPT ME INTO A GROTESQUE CREATURE WITH ONLY A SHEER OF YOUR TOUCH.
Touch me just as God would touch the clay. Bathed me in your spinal fluid, show me the light of forever and sacrificeβtell me it is not a lie. My fears are poised with rage, and I am hungry, My Dear, like a hellhound for love; I long to sink my canines in the slip of your ribcage. To become the deity, to overlap my sins, to love you without any barrier that is our own skin and bones. My body is a temple served only for your weary heart, promise I will keep it warm before I swallow it down to the cherry-pits. The bed is the altar, do not get your feet raw for the sake of salvation, I will be the one who saves you from the wreckage.
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Guys! 3 left! I will post some account bundle once all of this are sold out. ;)
Hold dulu, ya. Yang aku react berarti dapet! I will reply to all of you one-by-one :]
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Your canines sinks into my wishbone, lodged between the stitches inside my trachea. Wonβt you separate the flesh from the fingers? A sentimental twists into a set of teeth, the tragic romantic. Do not bare your gluttony.
βββββ I am the flaring sin, your macabre saint uncracking the hollow ribs. π«
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€ THE GALORE OF PLEASURED GUILT.
Your canines sinks into my wishbone, lodged between the stitches inside my trachea. Wonβt you separate the flesh from the fingers? A sentimental twists into a set of teeth, the tragic romantic. Do not bare your gluttony.
βββββ I am the flaring sin, your macabre saint uncracking the hollow ribs. π«
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