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Monsieur L'Vampyre WET DREAMS
Monsieur L'Vampyre - WET DREAMS
Why dost thee take the heart of me
and leave alone that part of me
that dreams of you
and makes me do
the things love makes me do for thee;
why takest thee the best of me
and leaveth all the rest of me
to wonder why
to feign; to die;
in want of what will never be;
why maketh you the death of me
and taketh all the breath of me,
to toss and turn
to want and burn;
and wake from dreams, contentedly.
© Ron Wilson aka Vee Bdosa
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