This Happens When Your Lover Leaves Deep down—somewhere on an inner surface— fear seeps from an earmarked, loose vein. Chunks from nightmares and drama traumas glob inside a gaping, disconnected cylinder flux. Blood rains across silky innards, refreshing this half-cadaver from possible drought crops. In this nook-and-cranny terrain flows a bittersweet liquid with immense commercial…



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