My blood is raspberry pulp.
Overly ripe, from the sun.
On a bush, picked by no one.
He drinks it like he is starved.
From my veins, he can taste my heart.
(Poem is by me, picture belongs to Nicole Dollanganger.)
Raspberry Pulp
Twitchy Witchy Girl
My blood is raspberry pulp.
Overly ripe, from the sun.
On a bush, picked by no one.
He drinks it like he is starved.
From my veins, he can taste my heart.
(Poem is by me, picture belongs to Nicole Dollanganger.)
DAGGER 
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