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At what point?

At what point do you stop the question posed to me is moist with barely veiled contempt and perplexed curiosity…and the lips that carelessly spit the words are so beautiful when they say the devil is a liar…I believe them.

I smile, retract my claws…some kills are not worth the effort, so instead, I allow the words to march up to my throat to the beat of pride crowning my aura with a glow…

So long as my heart pumps blood, boiling red through my veins awakening all that I am…I will never stop so long as my limbs sit breaking bread at the end of the day, reminiscing about the long nine months, shifting and adapting…eager to make room for the honored guest I will never stop…

So long as I remember the moment the earth stood still, a matter of life and death…neither in my hands to make, a desperate yet determined shriek, loud and for long…enough to send a believing man to his knees at the comprehension and profoundness of the moment…I will never stop…

So long as the whisper of the cold air makes my nipples blush and my belly button hugs itself with undeniable pride…I will never stop.

This love knows no boundaries.

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