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black hearts in etherea

moments staring deep in each other’s souls, nameless, faceless. black hearts reaching out in the etherea. whispersings, rumblings of what more could come.

holding my heart in your hands, cradling it, holding it up to the light to study its intricacies. it burns. the burn singes your fingertips but you don’t flinch for a second. you strike flames of desire aside with a deftness that a weaker self might mistake for cool dismay.

i don’t know if i’m what you want but i’m different. you will find no respite from the flavor of me lingering on your tongue, the sweetness lingering so inescapably that you have no choice but to get used to it.

you have lived so many horrible lives and i will stop at nothing to give you a better one. something to look forward to. something worth even an ounce of the love you put into this world and the people in it.

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