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[aid] => mick
[title] => To a Haunted Love I Go
[time] => 2011-12-03 17:46:21
[hometext] => Sometimes when they say I love you... you should run... or not. hahaha
[bodytext] => The woods ; they speak
a well of whispers
Night is deep and cold and full
This place of death
is where I kissed her
lips sanguine and sweet and cruel
Fool , fool I say to me
What caustic feral beast is this
who deigns to meet in such a place
much less allow a kiss
but the woods ; they speak
a well of whispers
some narcotic lullaby
the branches part
in soft retreat
as though to let me , gently , by
I leave this note on paper here
and fear you think me but a fool
perhaps I go to haunted love...
perhaps to feed a bloodied ghoul!
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