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Taste of Mortality

An empty grave and a holy coffin a scent of a vampire’s soul Leaving a smell of freshly tilled dirt With an empty soul and broken heart Thy flowers died long ago withered and without scent Death was so sweet and the Vampire has a taste of mortality by feeding off your soul

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 9/17/2012 2:42:00 PM
Amanda, oo this makes my boyfriend a vampire... all he does is dry me till my soul is gone... enjoyed .. always~ LINDA
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Amanda Shelton
Date: 9/17/2012 6:13:00 PM
LOL Thanks Linda, and sometimes boyfriends can do that I know mine does when he wants something. I got to love him anyways. :)

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