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Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.
I stare at your lips, so beautiful. Full of lies yet I love you. I see you. Looking at her. I am blind. Blinded by love.
Kiss me. Kiss me. Kiss me.
Quotes from my notes app:
• And what’s the difference, really? Between pleasure and pain. Love is pleasure. Love is pain. One and the same. He is the artist, bleeding color and light; and she is the canvas, the black surface greedily soaking up every bit he dares offer her. She isn’t sure if the painting inside of her is beautiful, but it makes her feel like she is. Beautiful. A canvas painted pink with pleasure, dotted red with pain. A picture of love all the same. --but she’s not fallen yet.
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