Like a puppy desprate to be nurtured by his mother, he strokes his wings lovingly against the marble body. '"Worship what you have'? "Oh i will. It may be a shell of their body but its existance will never be compared to the true beauty they are.. I must have you. I need you. Tressure, baby, come back to me.. Treat me as you will, just call me yours. Tell me you're mine to have, tell me you'll only torture me rather than the empty years that already have. ..Baby"
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