beauty is in the claws of a cold-hearted lover blanketing to breath, strengthening to smother reaching out a thorn to push through the skin reaching out her fingertips to feel for a way to do it again sin is the last picture of someone who's dead burnt in the trash bin it was something they'd said or some rose they let die that tore her soft skin the lips of a long cold kiss and a violent grin
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Birth sign: Sagittarius
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