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A crimson isle, swollen, vast, Where whispers bloom and shadows cast. Palm trees root in flames that climb, On shores that hunger, slick with crime. The lipline spills with scarlet brine, Where truths dissolve and lies entwine. Each droplet hums a smothered wail, Or inks the edge of a fractured tale. A lush mirage of heat and thirst, A paradise both ripe and cursed. The tropics writhe in hunger’s grind, A taste too sharp for tongues confined. Here, palms sway on words unspoken, While passion clings—fragile, broken. A molten sun, a mouth aflame, Where silence brands the tongue’s domain.
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A crimson isle, swollen, vast, where whispers bloom and shadows cast. Palm trees root in flames that climb, on shores that hunger, slick with crime. The lipline spills with scarlet brine, where truths dissolve and lies entwine. Each droplet hums a smothered wail, or inks the edge of a fractured tale. Heat rising, tongue tied, venom dripping slow… Do you taste it? Do you know? Burn it down, drown it deep, golden skies, blood runs sweet. A paradise we cannot leave, a hunger we can’t deceive. A lush mirage of heat and thirst, a paradise both ripe and cursed. The tropics writhe in hunger’s grind, a taste too sharp for tongues confined. Here, palms sway on words unspoken, while passion clings—fragile, broken… A molten sun, a mouth aflame, where silence brands the tongue’s domain. Burn it down, drown it deep, golden skies, blood runs sweet. A paradise we cannot leave, a hunger we can’t deceive. Do you taste it? Do you know…?
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