Cold glass, how you insert yourself Between myself and myself. I scratch like a cat. The blood that runs is dark fruit- An effect, a cosmetic. You smile. No, it is not fatal.
And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.
Like a cat I have nine times to die.
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