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June 09, 2026
More in MosquitoBytes Volume 03: Ensanguined Quiescence - 2005 Amaranthine
Amaranthine Fetish
Mine is a love born of terror The years have laid it waste Bleeding black It skulked into the shadows Sundered by my sibling's craft On occasion it would be revealed Always to return to darkness Wounds amassing Once more the shadows part Amaranthine I bleed As I should For is not love the ultimate Vibrant Deadly Pain? © 2005, Mosquitobyte
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