Perspiration, tinged red, steals down my icy brow. I yearn for human intimacy, but the war within is relentless, unyielding. 

I ache for lips upon lips, the warmth of living flesh, and passionate exchanges. 

Yet, the temptation to destroy is overwhelming. 

Alas, my kiss signifies nought but death.

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