dark love ☠️

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It is a night of darkness, a song of sorrow, wolves vent thier pain, the eternal one awakes. Evil shrouds her walking form, an Everlasting desire. Her midnight hair Cascades over her pale shoulders and her full blood lips part slightly to taste the death streaming from pale flesh, beneath her. Now a night of taking, I smile vaguley.

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