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Crimson-red is the color of their fierce love, and white-hot the passion between them when they fumble and claw, grasp and bite. Gray morality passes by the wastelands of their consciences when they come together, and both fade to black at too much thought.
They swim salty blue seas of sensation as they rock against each other, and taste the green of spring, a touch of life denied, when they come.
When they rest against each other afterwards, everything’s a dark, indescribable shade of muck. They say they love each other.
But do they? And how can they, after all?
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