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Feb 2013
My love flows like the sun's blood.
a woman weeps for a body of steaming ecstasy.
Heaven flies as bleeding kiss.
Stop!

Vampire's Coffin!
And yea!
The morning's rapture!
The night bleeds the sorrow of lustful delight.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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