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I woke up from a fitful, restless sleepOne evening in July,And from my room I spied a crescent moonAgainst a stagnant sky.As cold sweat formed upon my..
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A winter sting, a fractured wing, a February skyA bitter king, an absent queen, a lover’s lonely cryAnother fling, too long till Spring, another..
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Love in vein, I can't ignore--You've ripped my psyche to its core.You've shown me madness, shown me sin.I don't need you anymore.Slipped too far 'neat..
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I want to live in a gothic novel.I want to ride a nightmare-black steed.I want to watch all my victims grovel.I want to drink all the life that I need..
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