I want to drown in your river.
Sweet red blood, sweet red love.
This pain is the only thing that makes me feel alive.
Melancholy tastes like angel-made summer wine when the darkness approaches me.
Set ghosts free so we can be.
Shivers in the waters of Elysium.
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Published on e-Stories.org on 08/30/2022.