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Wednesday, March 02, 2005
Forbidden, taboo, twilight, lost lovers meet, Embraced in cold moonlight, young passion replete, The Hatred, without, severed life and limb, A tragedy fallen, or so it would seem. One shared final breath, for two lovers at death... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Flailing and falling, sensations anew, The two severed pneuma know not what to do, A moment, just prior, in lustful enfold, In His bitter grip, now; the Reaper of Souls. Life's dying caress, for two lovers at death... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... Unjustfully ripped, paramours, no more, Freedom to love, as they had before, But confined by Rules to perpetually hound, The blackest of hearts who had smitten them down. The curse of unrest, for two lovers at death... -SiQ© SiQ frenetically scribed @05:07.
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