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by lemmemaskmyhorror   Mar 12, 2009


A little haven i once found
fabricated with love and incessant passion ...

one night's deep passion
life's longing forever to mourn ...

the rooms that once echoed of love songs
now echo in Banshee's sonorous tunes ...

this little place ...
that we built with love,
now remain in ashes, incinerating love !

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  • 14 years ago

    by Fading Memory

    Everything breaks down , so a new stronger structure takes a place on ashes

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