| Dark Poetry #2 |
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Promise |
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Click Member
since 2000-06-11
Posts 202USA |
Drawn by you, like a moth to the flame. Singed my wings, but I stil remain. Eratic flight, almost through. I won't stop, until consumed by you. Click |
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