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Jun 2013
Forever my suicide.
Your* blood spills on the floor.
I still hear you at my door.
Sins, knives, lust.
Never have seen you this dark.
Am I still your meadowlark?
Written by
Casaria NightShade  Not tellin' you, stalker.
(Not tellin' you, stalker.)   
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