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His bride{challenge21}



His bride{challenge21}
By flanders on 07/22/2011
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In the still of night he
pryed at her bedroom window,
The lust of a vimpire and the blood
of an angel,
garlic bulbs and cross of silver to
stop the hunger of a bride to be,
his fangs itched for her velvet skin
for eterinty with his forever dream,
a wooden box by daylight hell rest untill
the moon shines on headstones and bat''s
fly the skys,
once again he tap''s her window
she puts away the garlic and drops her cross,
the window opens she lay''s on her bed
in he fly''s fangs deep like a dream,
dragular claims his bride.


let your mind free the words flanders.,.

© By flanders On 7/22/2011 2:49:49 PM
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