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Jun 28, 2009
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Dark Valentine
Dark Valentine
Covertly watching her life's dance
The music born of her personal rhythm
Touched him like none had ever before.
The weaving of her spell drew him
From the depth of his essence while
Inherent passion caressed his spirit.
Yearning awakened, festering to obsession,
Overtaking all he once knew of sanity.
She became a tortuous fixation,
Gradually ripping apart his psyche,
Disassembling his sense of reality.
To possess her in this leaden adoration
Would be to bind her cruelly.
Deciding in a moment of purest affection,
He would deny the raging of his hunger
And simply walk on by...
— Candlewitch, Jun 28, 2009
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Seren
17 years ago
Cat
Candlewitch
17 years ago
LOL!
Seren
17 years ago
…. ok i had to say this
Bert Lamrick
17 years ago
He'll be back
Candlewitch
17 years ago
Hi Rick
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
Nice, Cat.
Candlewitch
17 years ago
A sequel?
Candlewitch
17 years ago
Hi Kelsey
themoonman
17 years ago
Edge...
Candlewitch
17 years ago
Thanks Richard!
Ink Dragon
17 years ago
Cat,
Candlewitch
17 years ago
Sometimes I Think People Are Tired Of Edge
Electric Blue
17 years ago
Dark Valentine
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17 years ago
Maggie
2 Quills
17 years ago
Shwing
Candlewitch
16 years 6 months ago
hello
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