I bleed like Vanilla.
Why is he not here to lick my leaking soul?
My leaking soul that loses sweet daydreams everywhere it goes as small drops of joy turning into a sea to drown in.
Why aren‘t his eyes, his lips, his hands closer to the hole that opened up, that his presence opened up. Leaking out so sweet for eyes, and hands, and a presence too sweet to ever hurt enough to stop it from surviving the horrors he inflicted.
Your witch is bleeding vanilla.
Opening up her leaking soul.
Having her dreams drop out.
Drink from me, or one of us is going to drown.
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