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There are two sides to your draw - my Heart

One like steel;
Cold sharp hatefully starring through un-opening eyes of the most glacial
kind

and Two;
The shimmering taste of metal on my tongue as it roams you above and below
your Clavicle
For which I wholly adore...

...and then...

...and then you are: gone


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Miraman, in the year 641 AF.