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paralyzed by the beauty of those wordsthat so delicately drip from this angel of untamed lustsuddenly
I fear the end of my solitudeonce a warrior, poetic shrieks now own my soulleft behind to fight the ruthless pawns of
Erishope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for himsuffering unseen now will be left to burn in her starebut he no longer fights the torture of her voiceso long forgotten,
I am lost in her staremad so clear as she extracts her painful tolla soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens...he is hers...beautiful whispers leave one so farchain these hands of ageless strugglerid us of this beloved cursean epic tale of deceit is given life once more on silver lips so spitefulher tongue screams for himrid us of this cursesuffering unseen now will be left to burn in her starebut he no longer fights the torture of her voiceso long forgotten,
I am lost in her staremad so clear as she extracts her painful tolla soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens...he is hers...set loose so long ago by the foolish whim of
Pandoraphantoms which shall forever prey on mankind's weaknessthe grains of time hold no bearing to those eyesin pale moonlight she sings to the haunted seavile notes seduce old
Cerberus to slake unholy thirstleft behind to fight the ruthless pawns of
Erishope will strike her down beneath the blade as she sings for himsuffering unseen now will be left to burn in her starebut he no longer fights the torture of her voiceso long forgotten,
I am lost in her staremad so clear as she extracts her painful tolla soul now echoes with the torture of the sirens...he is hers...
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