Punishing Kiss

Punishing Kiss

In the darkness, you gut me like a fish on ice. The chill of the night washes me like a bucket of donkey's blood in June. I will drink day and night 'til I am 70 and still never forget your cruel nose. Oh, spite! Blame the absinthe or the...

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