Sake Hangover
her mannequin flesh and acidic eyes dragged his inner beasts of burden from his bones and ruined them both. the subtle silence of bitter thoughts and broken promises creep through their pores and violates their veins. love is a marionette, twistedly dancing without ever touching the ground, mocking almost lovers and the corpses of letters written in bloody tears. he said, "be my coffin", her response was a peck on the cheek and the slamming of a door.
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