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Not a vampire story, Michael

Poetry By: SkarlettStone

Michael, what he was thinking when he attacked Carocine.

Submitted:Dec 23, 2008    Reads: 72    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Pretty fucking black bird,

I will rip off your wings,

Beautiful night shade butterfly,

You will be dead and no longer fly

You wanted this,

You rejected me,

I hit you,

I love you,

I always did,

Bitch you were never my friend,

I love you

even in the end,

I kill you,

you'll die,

I don't have to even say it

You know this is good bye,

but the fates have turned,

and his life is at hand,

you take mine,

I love you,

Now I have died.


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