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is she distressed or is she just waiting for me to ask her? She is a temptress and to that I stay weary, blood, her lust and chaos is her beauty, Shadows are her eyes in the sun that I cannot find, but when she whispered in my ear that evening, Her dawn, a full moon, it's time to work
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 10:03 AM UTC
Keep Watch Over the Night
is she distressed or is she just waiting for me to ask her? She is a temptress and to that I stay weary, blood, her lust and chaos is her beauty, Shadows are her eyes in the sun that I cannot find, but when she whispered in my ear that evening, Her dawn, a full moon, it's time to work
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Apr 27, 2010
Apr 27, 2010 at 10:03 AM UTC
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