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37 [Herein a Blossom lies—] heart—mine—i haven’t addressed you— even now, i’d hoped i might rustle by. you are ever bossy, fickle in your motion— in, out— this is blood, but not my own. Or how can i account for such redness when i would blush only cool indifference? loss isn’t losing, and you’ve only had such defeats as befits schoolgirls’ weaker vessels. Shy to warm, obstinate—it’s been years and you still mope for lips unkissed or roses lining a bed—rot like that. listen up, ingrate—from here on out it’s every beat accounted for—no more slip ups, no more skips. ...

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