by OctoberTheThirtyFourth

FIND ME THE SWEETEST BOY, WITH A HEART.
MORE HOPEFUL THAN SPUN SUGAR ON A HOT DAY,
I WILL TEACH HIM THE MEANING OF MEANINGLESS
NIGHTS. THE WHOLE TIME, EVERY MOMENT, WISHING
HE’D CRACK ME OPEN, RIB BY RIB, TO SEE
HOW I WORK. HOW I BLEED.’

– Clementine Von Radics

 

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