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Jul 2014
she was cold
and wrathful

now the night called her once again
and oh how she enjoyed the dark night

filling her empty heart
and eyes so full of glint

he held her tightly
afraid of letting go

she smiled

how the horror of their love
so full of blood
they said it was breathtaking
but all they see was red

and the soft whisper
of mother moon

❝i'd never hurt you, love.❞

*- n.t
nina temple
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