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by Isabelle Aug 19, 2007 category : Fun, humor / relationships
She grazed in death. in comfort .. she grazed in eyes of storm .. she bled with pleasured laughter .. and perished in the norm. her lips sinned without reason. her hands .. the knives, she took. her walk stopped lights from changing. she murdered with one look. HIS drifting mind stopped pacing .. and stared death in the face. his heart and hers were racing .. yet she burned his sight with mace.
by damont
I like it keep up the work.