the way it feels ain't no fine.
and i draw out the straight line.
Palms sweat, and I blush and turn back pale again.
sacrifice required. A bribe
must be paid. The pain
is a sign,the pain is a curved vein
where the blood rushes hot and cold.
Its a great cursed world.
lacrima nihil citius arescit
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