Lips bitten


The artery maturing is snaking around her, pulsing and coppery. Having rehearsed it, she is known to this conduit. She can guise biotic, quaint and quixotic in these chambers. Safely shielded from drinking the russet tastings, cup filled with stains evoked from the crack in her smile.

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