ruchita, from turning you into a muse
text id: i misunderstood the crimson on your tongue. i hate how i thought it was love, but it was my own blood in your mouth.
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ruchita, from turning you into a muse
text id: i'm foolish to birth your hatred and paint it on my heart saying this is how it has always been. this is how love is supposed to be.
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