Dec 12, 2025
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She has graced me once again.
When I dream, I dream of pink curls, and large hands. I dream of star-covered cheeks and rosy lips. I dream of green grass, an endless blue sky, and laughter that rolls down the hillside.
It never lasts long enough- I’m ripped from bliss, unsatiated, and cold. The hole you’ve left burns me with icy fury, first sharp, then throbbing, then ache. How I ache and ache and ache and ache.
I tire of this ache, Rose. I’d likely be better off not dreaming of you. I wasn’t made to bear such punishment. But even still. I close my eyes, plunge the blade, and weep to the thought of you.
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