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I was not made for this. I was not made to slip over skin, in between, then inside. I was not meant to taste the bite of blood, fresh and warm, deep within the heart itself, or the arm, stomach, thigh. I remember before. I remember my creator. The care and love he...
I was not made for this. I was not made to slip over skin, in between, then inside. I was not meant to taste the bite of blood, fresh and warm, deep within the heart itself, or the arm, stomach, thigh. I remember before. I remember my creator. The care and love he...