chapter deux; LO.

The thought of that girl has made my heart itch. It’s like a stinging sensation, a reminder of the sweetness that was. That kiss, she bit my lip, and I furled up in bliss. She flutters off. Like a bit from a bug that’s what it was. That kiss was a way of sinking her venom in. But it’s not poisoned unless you make it so.

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