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The Thriteenth Friday---a departure from my usual, for sure
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The Thriteenth Friday---a departure from my usual, for sure |
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VAS Member Rara Avis
since 2000-11-16
Posts 7450Oregon |
Read with a Transylvanian Accent  hehehe The Thirteenth Friday I drink of thee only with mine eye- teeth succulent are your veins you hold the reins of my desire creating fire within my very being I clutch you closely as you become limp to my touch your juices of life drip upon my tongue and we have nothing to fear but the daylight and the power of the stake upon our hearts drawing your life into me yet renewing us with my hidden power the old you fades into history and together we unite with this hour eternal life is for the weak eternal death is for those like you and me as we wander about a realm of our quaking drinking in our surroundings forever more than the sum of our parts ©September 13, 2002 Whether on the shoal or on the shore, I'll seek the lighthouse evermore. [This message has been edited by VAS (09-22-2002 02:40 AM).] |
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Krishankins
since 2002-06-23
Posts 972Texas |
This one has a certain parasitic feeling.  Nicely written. It really does contain a romantic yet dark sense. I like!! Hey dog, did you see the size of that chicken!? |
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the_loner_23 Member Ascendant
since 2002-06-08
Posts 5479Jacksonville, Florida, USA |
Wonderfully written. I like it. Cold hands means a warm heart |
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