My breasts are covered with blood, you can film that, I say.
Or is it light, infrared, of some dead star over there?
Chaos, I continue, could be quiter than everyone thinks,
almost sullen...You really have blood on your breasts! No, it's
just red light, he says. The creation is intense, I remind him,
when I'm in it I reflect red. Well, I'm always in it. But sometimes
I wear its color just for you.
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