Just your interpretation of what you think I mean..
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The spetre rode down,
and kissed me upon
my shoulder.
And bared its white
teeth for all to see,
turning it into a grin.
The sin burned
deep into my soul
I held onto the promise,
of a kiss
and lifted my soul
high up.
Up so high, I was in bliss.
So tight, so tight you held
me until I couldn't
breath.
Death took me by the arm
by the shoulder
and buried my soul
so I could not see.
2007-02-20
11:51:49
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