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And I asked her, "Do you remember why I counted tiles- sat in silence for hours, wishing on the black holes in my pockets?" Stuttering against quiet delusions, She bit a vintage tongue. "Because, I tried to bury myself alive that night, just to engrave the taste of rose thorn monsters between the cracks of my glass skin." Licking dry lips, She asked to taste them.