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Oh, crimson winged man. Hold me tight until the end of the night. For how our skin used to touch and stick from the sweat and love, I miss the feeling. Was it a past life? Was it a dream? Or. Was it a hallucination? I can’t remember. Oh blood tainted angel, please visit me again when I'm craving the sinful touch. I beg of you. I beg to dream of you, I beg to feel and hear you- but you never come. Is it wrong to be upset? Is it wrong to want to feel that way once again? Though people say you aren’t real, I still see you on those nights in my room. And it makes me crave more of you, is that greedy of me? I crave your soft and loving touch, but I also crave the love you used to give me. I want you all to myself, I want to eat you up like eve ate the apple. Oh crimson winged man visit me once again, whether by dream or in our next life. I feel I am starving without you- but, I miss you and I love you so dearly.