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 Passionate hearts, deadly minds Hands, teeth, and eyes that hurt Of their own kind The passion of lovers, one dead, one alive
The night is lonesome cover, cold hands and a warm mouth The cascade of live red wine In each other's arms As the moon does during midnight, his unearthly eyes shine Lust swarms and overwhelms Hands, cold, hands fighting, hands exploring Searching for warmth gone for a century Within their passion, love will end in mourning, and by morning There is more to death than a lonesome grave in a cemetery cause Death brings life, and life brings Death Despite the essence of the gory This is my immortal Amore
Originally published in Project X Newsletter #79 More articles about literature
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