( poem | sonnet | epicpoem | happypoem )


Healed people 
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In the darkest night I slumber , and yet arise... 
Those razors seethe flowing from my mountain. 
In the world to come she is as soft as those elves. 
Wherefore are gothyck fools as magyckal as my priest? 
Presently you are as gothtastic as my faeries.
 
Wolfvamp123@basingstoke_insurance.co.uk

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