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Friday, April 29, 2005


dark love
It is a night of sorrow, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The immortal one
rises.

Wisps of death shrouds her pale form,
an eternal agony.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
full crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
life streaming from the
pale flesh beneath
her.

Now a night of darkness,
I awaken.

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