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Playful disease............
written by Psychoace11:39 PM 1/6/05He drug his cold lifeless hand up her long silk garment...
As he slowly remove it from,
And placed it against her soft pale frame...
Her sad melancholy eyes looked to him and then closed,
It reflected back into his eyes and met him...
He looked to the reflection and saw a torture,
It was not hers but his...
He could sleep now do to this fetish he had with death,
All he wanted was love but it was to hard for the women he chose...
Could not take it.......... |
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i had a better one in mind but i got kicked off before i could send it and i forgot it..................
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