Your broken image of me shatters my soul into an infinite number of jagged shards. As that image ravages my soul blood starts to flow. I begin to enjoy it as you revel in a deep haze of fog and blood. I fall further into the haze as your soul begins to bleed. Together we dissapear into a flawless and imperfect dream forever.

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