i heard this (typically loud) as i bathed in the city's neon lights last night. blue eyes staring at a black heart, all honeysuckle sweat and clumped mascara. "you don't know what this is." you shouldn't be fucking with a wolf like me. there was a time when the smell of blood aroused something in me, but last night it made me sick to my stomach. i gotta get out of here before its too late.
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