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It is a night of darkness, a song of ethereal pain,
wolves vent their howls. The immortal one
awakes.
Evil shrouds her pale form,
a timeless..
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Thsi poem is about my Loving mother help me grow up.
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When will the bell ring, and that is the endless question?
How long have they tugged the leash, for us to be apart
of my pack of Misfits: I cannot s..
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I have a secret to tell you. I have no lie to keep.
I have a dream that no one can see. I have feelings toward you.
I have a wish so deep, and tr..
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Chapter 3 & 4
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I can feel the smoothness of your skin
As my lips follow the curve of your neck
The touch you like this and it feels like sin
I'm addicted
I ..
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I sit here forgotten and alone, overlooking where we once stood
In the spot where you left me When you turned me to the undead
Its a view I thin..
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The silent dreams of loneliness
Tell a story no one knows
many sins silently confessed
And horrors of the soul
My lips turned red by my ..
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Your tongue burns my soul like a scorching flame,
As you pierce my heart, I silently scream your name,
I kiss your lips and taste my blood on yo..
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He sits there in his old rocking chair that creeks every time he moves.
As he rocks he taps his long boney fingers
On the arms of the chair.
He ..
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