The craving never stops. It gets louder, but never changes color.
She is only a shadow. A projection of a thought.
She shifts between depths breathless and shapeless. Nightfall perpetuates all hidden lusts.
Hunger doesn't live here anymore.
Blood drips from her nose as she waits for a pink future.
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