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Inspired by and written whilst listening to Live by Falk Wünsch
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The new moon welcomed her;The wind was harsh and the rain like needles.A gentle touch, his hand against her face,The warmth of a lover, his calming em..
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As she bathed in the moonlight,She swam through the night,Like a lost soul looking for the afterlife.Unknowing what was out there,Unsure of what she w..
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She stood there, ice cold.The snow wisped passed her like flying daggers,And all she could see was the red from the blood moon that hung low in the sk..
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If you took a word and spread it around,
you could find a place,
a feeling,
an emotion that could potentially describe a time and place that is ..
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As white as snow,And as cold as ice,There she lived,Killing to suffice.
The night was long,And the moon was bright,She ran through the woods,Ready to..
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In this darkened hole that I call home,I sit here drenched and all alone.I pray for the day when this all goes away,But alas I fear it is stuck to me ..
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I feel your crimson on my lips,Hush now, or I'll have to use a whip.You're shuddering now,Is it cold my dear?Do not worry,I am the only one you need f..
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Falling raindrops hear my voice,The wind is chaotic but we'll have a choice.In these last moments of raged breath,Will you come save me from Death's r..
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It is a rant, but could it be true?
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