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Scarlett Warmth

By , None ya, TX
Thoughts flushed red as the nip of the rigid friend cuts deep into my unwilling pulse. Eyes are glazing over as my thoughts finally slow then stop. The pain eases...why old friend must you be so tempting. Scarlett warmth dances over my skin and makes me sink down and slowly drown. All i hear is pounding in my broken ears. Tattered heart hold out just this one last time, i swear this is it.





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