Exquisite Red

A slight curl of those lips, like a part of her mouth had forgotten that he'd left.

Making of Monsters

Oh, noble knight With the heart, gold and pure I’m in need of some love Would you please make me whole? What troubles you, lovely lady? Let me take away your pain Pour your heart out Let me fix you once again. And once he’d healed her, Taking in her misery She shut the door …

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