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Falling In Love With Death - Poem by The tois Productions
You are a vampire.
You are death.
I want to hold you close.
Feel your soft hair black as night.
I want to kiss your soft lips of blood red.
Feel your cold, cold skin against mine.
Who knew death was a girl.
Who knew she was so beautiful.
I'd didn't think I'd love her.
I'd didn't think I'd want her.
But that's it I didn't think,
And I don't regret.
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