I went outside, and picked up a rose. It hurt me, and I bled. I led my finger towards my mouth, and when they touched I scented the sweet smell of blood and felt it's warm flavour. And I felt alive, blood running in my veins! Red blood like the rose I was holding...
I brought it home with me, and put her on my bed, so that you can see it. Now it's on my window, veilling my sonorous breath!
I'm so alive!
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