I would like to live in a world of gauzy white sheets, morning sunlight, and records on a mahogany turntable. But only if you'll be there.
Most tender, terrifying, gentle, dreadful, beautiful, fearsome, soft-spoken darling. Yielding, caressing, destroyer of (my) heart. All I can do is lie wide-eyed in bed, clutch my sheets and listen to (my) heart scream with love and fear. Sweet venomous flower.
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