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Lick the luster from the tomb. Fractures of fictional love still trying to bloom, in the pitcher of bourbon on the bedside table. Fingers stained vermillion. Eyes lined like something a perfectionist would paint. Psychopathic embrace from a demon dressed like a saint... Sail me down the river, he said.

Description
Lick the luster from the tomb. Fractures of fictional love still trying to bloom, in the pitcher of bourbon on the bedside table. Fingers stained vermillion. Eyes lined like something a perfectionist would paint. Psychopathic embrace from a demon dressed like a saint... Sail me down the river, he said.