bloody lilies dug their scarlet veins into her snow white skin, still full of innocence, fragile like cracked porcelain, into which a scarlet confession had seeped.
Across the oceans and upon the soil, all you shall meet are the cursed.
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On the icy balcony, I sink into my rocking chair beneath a sky brushed in shades of night. With trembling fingers I spark a crumpled cigarette, clinging to the foolish hope that a single drag might mend the ruins between us.