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moon lite ground in the cemetary , headstones glissen with the dew. A owl screaches somewhere in the dark trees, I feel you watching me, waiting, I take pause,I listen you are moveing closer your breath on my neck. I turn, your eyes a fire burns. glowing, inticeing, Beconing me to join you in a unholy union, I feel you lips on my skin. A sweet pain races threw my body, My eyes grow dim, You raise your skirt, You slice the inside of your thigh, You pull me in and I drink, Sweet nector. I become as you, undead, not alive, woeful and serieen. you are love

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MistressReznor
22:24 Apr 17 2009

you write beautifully

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