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[title] => Love Kills
[time] => 2007-03-22 16:34:22
[hometext] => A gentle ride through love and death...
[bodytext] => Your cold hand in mine The sun is shining You lay still in my presence Chesnut hair wraps you Have I told you I love you? You never returned the favor. I took your breath away, you say You cannot speak The blood dripping Out of your silk lips Is word enough for me. Who ever knew red and black went so well? I cannot bare your beauty I stare into your dead eyes They are so beautiful You're skin is almost transparent I run my hot fingertips down your cheek You were always so gorgeous I cannot tell the tint of your skin Weither it is from birth Or the fact that you're blood is clearing away I'm still holding your hand I wish you could wrap your fingers in mine I am fine here alone With you I want to kiss you badly But the knife in my hand begs I cut you again, just to see if blood would come This time only a few drops I guess I should take you home now It's getting kind of late Thankyou for spending time with me I run my hand down your face again Bending slowly to touch my lips to your cheek Just once more No, I won't take you home Not now, let's go to the beach I'll let you drift into the currents Watch your hair shine in the moonlight Thankyou for being with me Until the end [comments] => 1 [counter] => 189 [topic] => 13 [informant] => xXdeadXpoetXx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 8 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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