[05 May 2025]
Skin whispers, static hum of bronze heat shimmers in dancing light, golden and brimming with life.
Heavy fruit soaks the satin earth. Exsanguination of soft juice. Sweet incense, grotesque in its weight, grasps the tongue.

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[03 May 2025]

You wear your pride - blood red. Never let them see you bleed, feed you to the dogs. White teeth ripping into black flesh. Practiced viciousness. Wild. They call you savage. With their bruised fists and red faces. Heavy breath that stings hot. Sing. Let them hear you.

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