What are these unholy desires? Magnetic skin. Eyes glued to the incinerating scent that floats. Tingly spine and lava filled chest. Chemistry is my body. Inexplicable it is, though.
Hurts and heals. An endless experiment that makes me feel like a dirty addict. An addict within a golden palace where I would burn in pleasure.
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