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A Crow theived him of his blood And in return he haunted her, her ghost And when madness and contempt Became stained by passion and pale flesh He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs will be their d o w n f a l l [But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
Tempt
A Crow theived him of his blood And in return he haunted her, her ghost And when madness and contempt Became stained by passion and pale flesh He thinks that their tangled, ****** limbs will be their d o w n f a l l [But then again, he was the one to triumph in the end]
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 3:12 PM UTC
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