September
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The arrogance of a suicidal rose makes me rethink our standard of beauty.
In the blink of an eye it has become apparent that I have no need for an organic relationship with a partner.
My wish to dance on the grave of lovers caught up in a moment of clarity is an adrenaline rush.
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