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Jan 2015
Time To Die
Bitten cold.
Burning hold.

What has truly happened here?

Killing rage.
Burning sage.

Is this truly your demonic heir?
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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