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midnight
written by wixx08:38 AM 8/20/04bats are flying trough the night
its my turn now to wake up
my turn now to get something to eat
Im hungry
Feed me
Sweet bodys
With soft skin
The tast so good
The blood almost to precious to drink it
So young
So unknown
Dying to eat her
Sweet little blond girl
Wake up...
Good morning..! |
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