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here are some quotes and stuph from me...
"what were we thinking?!
we will never do this shit...
...ever again..."
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"sit down...
relax...
and chill out..."
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"darkness sweeps through the heart
like a demon through the night,
stealing away hope and love,
leaving an empty shell."
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there
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despair shrouds my heart and my mind struggles to escape,
cursing myself for the means that i take
searching for release as the world sways around
curling into myself to see if sleep can be found
my thoughts drift away with a prayer on my lips,
that as i awake to your caress on my cheek
together soft smiles appear and
your sweet voice whispers, "We're there"
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test
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true love, like a sharp icy blade, pierces
through bone to wound the heart and soul.
those of weak love shrivel and wither away,
snuffed like a flame.
while those of strong, true love flare with healing
flame to mend the wound and
grow stronger to stand the test of time.
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ode to 'les café des vampyres'
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O the happiness that has tainted your halls,
Shelter for the sad or glad,
What years you have spanned;
Do you know the secrets of us all?
Does that taint darken your torches,
or fill the halls with lust?
What is it that you can draw us here?
What immortal temptation do you offer
that we do not possess?
ii
Music has echoed through these rooms,
searching out our deepest shadows.
The gleeman posturing and prancing for all to see,
but you hide yourself away.
Your walls are there, and yes,
quite visible are the bar and tables,
But you hide within these mortal things to
bring together immortal beings.
Feasting and relaxing, games and fights;
What, o our beloved, to you are these?
iii
A drink, my friends! Bloodwyne to all,
but who shall serve it? No barkeep
about, nor serving wench found.
What manner of café doth give its customers free reign?
Who fills the shelves and stocks the wyne,
non do we see.
The glasses are sparkling clean and floor is close enough,
yet none do we ever see who is not a guest.
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To be this place and watch it grow,
How glorious the life,
To live and watch the passersby leave
behind a glorious history.
Collecting stories here, beloved myths and fables there,
gathered in you the history of us.
But to where do you hide it?
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