Blue is the color of my true love’s lips, white the color of her skin as I take her into my arms once more. Electricity is the feeling in the air as the warmth of the blood beneath my skin transfers to the deathly chill of her own. I hardly notice the antiseptic smell in her hair as we danced our midnight waltz.
“Slow my love, it will take effect.” I moan sputtering through crimson kisses.
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