He: I see patterns of motifs and floral voices.
She: Paint my sins.
He: I paint myself.
She: Would purple be fine?
He: Your tentacles hurt.
She: Swallow your lies.It shall soothe the pain.
He: Should I gulp it down?
She: Chew it gently.
He: Your wings are burnt.
She: Find pleasure in my eyes.
He: I'll drown in your abyss.
She: Sleep before you can feel anything.
