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in the walls, i bend myself over to feel its texture upon my cheek. I can hear it, clashing whispers fail to reach my ear but somehow it reaches within me. I begin to tremble, my body weakening. I face the walls with my eyes. Its everlasting crimson color speaks to me and remnids me of my emptiness. I scour its radiance, and with my tongue do i caress its surface. It tingles me, I suddenly feel deepeneddesperation. I want more. It is clear to me i may becaome a fiend if i press it long enough.
So i thwart desire, take my leave from this place.
And in my hunger, i find something new... to taste.