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by Cassandra DAque Feb 13, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Your eyes sparkle in the .:.candlelight.:. as we share a last meal a last ((look)).Silverware that *clinks* against fine china laden with food laced with xXarsenicXx.~-Chiming-~ together in a last toast to freedom and love in +death+,our champagne glasses are filled with ||bleach||.Our hands clasped so tightlyas the posion >>destroys<< us both.Because you'd never let me go a_l_o_n_e