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promises we both won't keep , my second favorite aphrodisiac . . .

he is a weapon, a killer. do not forget it. you can use a spear as a walking stick, but that will not change its nature.

so he's saying he likes my head . . .

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all things were inevitable , and such they existed within their time . the sun , the moon , the sprinkling of stars with all of their fabled woes . death and life . it was natural . it created balance . and yet , her traitorous heart remained weary . heavy . . .

& ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵘˢᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ ᶜʳʸ ⁿᵒʷ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵐʸ ʰᵃⁿᵈˢ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵇˡᵃⁿᵏ . . . [ a thread of written drabbles and featured solos that expose a heart that so loved in *vein* . ]

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A prolonged look in @CL0SEDVEIN's direction- not quite subtle , but without real intention . she couldn't help herself , call it a ' gilbert gene ' . " Please stop . You are literally making me so sad right now ! "

" well , well - if if isn't the smell of last night's booze and helpless yearning for my sister , ᴇᴛᴇʀɴᴀʟ ꜱᴛᴜᴅ . . . " a careless flick of magazine page between calloused digits , even as she tuned in to his every move - the delicate curve of shoulders now a fine line .