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Sep 2013
Red is blood,
Blood is red,
What difference does it make?
Roses bright,
Thorns *****,
Fangs bite,
Thirst slaked,
Queen of Roses,
Queen of the Un-dead,

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ultra-violet burns, While roses bloom.
Not really a poem.. Just a recollection of a nightmare I had. Two gorgeous princesses of different species fighting over a prince. The prince was me. Their ****** assets were tearing me to pieces. *Sigh* Women.
Kyle
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Kyle
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