Your flesh is soft. He is addicted to your flavours.
A thick smoke makes a face in the air.
It mixes with the blue steam that rises from your body.
He hopes that, for now, only he can see it.
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"Now Delilah is alive but her skin is so cold
Her eyes are so vacant like tiny black stones
I try to remember the love that ones was
The love that once was was so hollow because I can't feel her"
-- from Dear Delilah by Bad Uncle
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Sin With Sebastian - Golden Boy