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Sinful Bliss
Contributed by
ForeverAndADay
on
Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 05:56:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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There is a taste of blood.
copper to a sensitive tongue.
She remembers
When
Things
Used
To
Be
Simple.
He visits her each night...
In a cloak of darkness...
Eyes like dying stars,
They glow in the emptiness in her room...
She sleeps.
He kneels at her side and whispers...
'You are mine.'
There is nothing.
Just the window...
the curtains...
Flapping in the breeze...
She will not come to this place again in life...
But under hazed eyes,
Visit her family...
Durring cover of night...
They do not hear her,
But the scratches on the window...
And of course,
Her
Little
Sister
Shall
Let
Her
In...
Sinful Bliss
Copyright ©
ForeverAndADay
... [
2005-06-05 17:56:03]
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Re: Sinful Bliss
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 5th June 2005 @ 06:57:58 PM AEST
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