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Brambled Velvet Bloody Thorns
TL;DR A dark, dreamlike poem about desire, destruction, and intoxication, where sweetness and poison grow from the same bramble.
Brambled velvet, bloody thorns. The sweetest warmth on my tongue. A distant memory of a soft touch that never was. The thorns are a poison, and the fruit its cure. The sweet fruit that turns the ash in my mouth to wine, the peaceful ignorance of my intoxication. Numb to the destruction as I tear away the velvet fruit, leaving a mutilated husk, its life blood dripping.

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