LoveA Story by Tenten
She said I love you. Yup I did. Oh she giggled mad passion Yup like syrup and acid, nails on a chock board She promised love of knife blades and blood bites Rip rip cut stab ‘I love you’ The mirror shards become flesh diamonds Raw beauty destruction Sent her to dreams of nightmares Marble hands providing oh what is that word?.... Pleasure again Yes pleasure Smirking innocence, tasty sticky I love your lies
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