Bellezza

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A little hole in my heart, growing deeper black day by day. A little larger with every passing second. It's an ache, a want, a need. A sweetly painful feeling, like the smell of week-old death. It's a burning, ice cold earthquake of lightning pulsing with every beat. Seering my veins and ripping them anew. It's love, darling, and it hurts.




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