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 Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 7:25 pm
Zaron, run, shes coming for you
you cant kill me now
Ill find that center deep inside youre heart
take it from youre hand, leave them empty
If its everything you want, then its nothing that youll have
careful dear, you could slip and fall
Beyond the mountains mists,
I have for you a present
Keep it close, and dont let go
The young girl, the Vampire
Your love and a demon within
Grace me with the afterword of Gods found glory
I keep telling you enough of this
Your impatience will cost us all
When blood strikes from the sky its covered by your hands
Just look at what you did
To that girls precious little body, torn
her percious little bodies torn
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2007 2:31 am
I’m quite interested in your style. Perplexing, yet reletive to some extent. I’m curiose, though, why you write of such things. I’ve read a few of your writings. Very unique. I appologize for my spelling…….(Microsoft Word isn’t working on spell check I don’t think sweatdrop ).
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Posted: Thu Jul 19, 2007 5:54 pm
HELLOOOOOO! Thought I'd drop onto one of your post and say hi (and to get some gold, hehehe. broke sweatdrop ).
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