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Bleeding Love

As she pulled back the pregnancy stick from my grip, I noticed the smile that flowered on her withered face. The smile! This was what I wanted. I pressed her close to my heart. As I was kissing her hair, I felt her hot tears moist on my chest. The warmth of the tears reminded me of the last time I felt the warm thick blood flowing down her thighs. I remember the way she collapsed into the pool of blood crying, "I've bled out our love again." .

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