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Feb 2013
The grave quivers in luscious sorrow.
Perverted ecstasy!
darkness shines like the wind's weeping.
Forget it!

My love bathes in rotting fire.
Lustful agony!
The full moon drinks blood the delight of sad black water.
Yea, the delight of sad black water!
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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