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Sunday, November 18, 2012

To be as she.

It is a night of dark desire, a song of death. Wolves vent their loneliness. The eternal stirs. Evil shrouds her brooding form, an everlasting life. Her midnight hair cascades pale and delicate shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste blood streaming from the flesh beneath her. Now a night of ecstasy, I remember her. ~Therese Anne Schmidt~ Wednesday, Sept.12, 2012 ©Therese Anne Schmidt Sign in to see full entry.

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