-e.l.fMature

Come, color me in your sin; make a masterpiece of my tattered skin. Take your tongue and paint my portrait in blood; my lips have never been fuller,never tasted as sweet, than when they're pressed against wineglasses filled to the brim of your tender massacres. 

I've never looked so beautiful in red.

 

 

-e.l.f

The End

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