The edges of my vision begin to darken to a deep black as I clutch the crimson flame in the palm of my hand. A rouge head with many dark, seething thorns bites deep. A rivulet of cherry blood flows, disappearing into the darkness. I feel alive as I watch the ruby fluids drain from my body, knowing that my heart is turning to a shrivelled, black, lifeless ball. This was your last gift to me, a world of red and black, black and red; the colours of my last loveless days.
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Whoa. This one is powerful, seductive, and somehow personal. I get what you're saying, I think, and these topics do scare the crap out of me. The way you described it; however, brought to mind a new idea of comparison. The colors were brilliant in here and I was curious to know the importance of them-now I know, and I do not think I can forget. You have amazing talent...
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