felt like original sinnas my touch fingerpainted your skin, smooth as porcelainnwe loved and kissedntil the morning when we vanquishedn(in the loving envy 3x)nnlaid upon the carpetnyour lips were sharp and scarlet, your eyes so very star litncouldn't help but yellnto shatter cellar doors, stellar ceilingn(in the loving envy 3x)nnlike calligraphies inknrose stems bled in a stained glass vase, not a single flawnlost in the loving envynthe cause of death is a lack of breathnhearts with no re-entrynnnn