Vampires VampiresVampires
Shadows in the moonlight, Hiding from the rising sun, Pale as a ghost, Eyes a blood red, Fangs as sharp as a knife. They hunger for what flows in our veins, So blue under the skin, Such a lovely crimson in the air, Sweet as iron can be, A fine red wine to those who need it, The hunger quenched by our vein, Does it hurt when the fangs pierce your skin? How soft and sweet it must be for them. Do they put you under as they feed? Such greedy pulls from the undead. A
Kiari
I"M BACK!
Joy
Go see~ 8D
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I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. -Douglas Noel Adams
Space is the breath of art. - Frank Lloyd Wright
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I love deadlines. I like the whooshing sound they make as they fly by. -Douglas Noel Adams
Space is the breath of art. - Frank Lloyd Wright
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Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly,
but the bumblebee doesn't know it, so it keeps flying anyway.
Bumbled Bee!!!!!! >w<
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Aerodynamically, the bumblebee shouldn't be able to fly,
but the bumblebee doesn't know it, so it keeps flying anyway.
Bumbled Bee!!!!!! >w<
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I'm way too gullible on the interwebz
Let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster
Face down in the dirt
She said this doesn't hurt
She said... She finally had enough.
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