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(ஆ) The Orchard Beneath Mourning
Pomegranates split softly against the marble floor, their jeweled hearts exposed beneath the cathedral dusk. (REGULATIONS) lingers there like a sacred wound, untouched, yet endlessly ripening beneath trembling hands.

(ஆ) Crimson Psalms of Winter
Through frostbitten corridors draped in scarlet vines, (PRICELIST) offers sweetness that borders upon ruin. O beloved deity of yearning, tell me, were we created merely to bleed devotion into each other’s mouths?

(ஆ) Garnet Reverie
The taste of him remained upon my tongue like crushed fruit and old prayers. (TALENTS) vanished into the fog of memory, yet every seed left behind continues to bloom inside my ribcage.

(ஆ) Dusk Feast for the Faithless
Beneath the bruised heavens of midnight, (FORMAT) breaks itself apart willingly, allowing crimson nectar to stain its fingertips. Empty bells ring through the orchard, and still my thoughts wander back toward the sweetness of destruction.

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