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| Hurting in Parallels [4/25/2002] two crimson streaks lying in parallels, upon cursed flesh tainted weak. hurting in parallels. swollen green vessels, concealing skin deep. a kiss. her warm lips smeared crimson by streaks of their beings. alas, God's reason for wrath, entailed a drip-drop sailing, winding, smudged moist lips. glance falling upon the wrist, she watches in glee- two crimson streaks. alined in parallels. grinding its skin. wretched, her wretched soul writhing. |
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