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Feb 2013
A Vampire lingers in bleeding delight.
Alas!
The wind calls forth blood warm blood.
ecstasy!

A red rose shines like barren sorrow.
Oh, how a ****** tear quivers in the sent of the Grave's lace!
The moon dances with deadly rapture,
As the night bathes in a lover's wooden stake.
Written by
Olan Douglas Webb
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