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How my black heart cries...to live a life both damned and divine...making my blood swell...
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Lips Upon Your Throat,Fangs Within Your Vein,Drinking Crimson Liquor...
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So Have Fun with your plaything,For me, Im alone again,Here with whatever fate brings
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Wrap your arms around me and force me to lie still,I beg of you dont hold back any longer,
Controll me, rule me, yield me,do with me as you wish...
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FEAR NOTHING BUT FEAR ITSELF
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No description...just a very very short poem worth reading.
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Though this small box of hand written lettersof memories fated to burn and twist,Ill give you one last longing kiss
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For Love is just the symptom. A virus to be Cured.
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