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love is a massive parasitic wasp.Love is a massive parasitic wasp that lays eggs in your lungs and fills you with heroin.
Of course, you'd totally be ok with it. It'll feel as natural as the feeling of satisfaction when you've eaten enough. You'll ignore the invasive growth around your insides. Hell, by the time you notice, you'll view it as a positive. 'True love', you'll call it, giving it a name, face, and spot in your intestines.
(It's ok; your lover's feeling it too)
Two hosts, high off their rockers, mistaking euphoria for connection, the pulsating of eggs in your abdomen mistaken for a rapid, infatuated heartbeat, the black bloated wasp legs clinging to your back d