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Love For The Dead
Sweet and quick,
Death to a boy,
For he feels alone,
To die on the grave of his beloved mate,
His knife tainted with both their blood.
Death to a boy,
For he feels alone,
To die on the grave of his beloved mate,
His knife tainted with both their blood.
Published 13th Jun 2012
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15th Jun 2012 3:18pm
So much said... with so little words...
And you're correct, death is only sweet, when it comes in two's..
And you're correct, death is only sweet, when it comes in two's..
