Thursday, August 30, 2007

My Death I meet a girl, Once whom I knew Could be Would be My death And I still followed her Everywhere Her scent intoxicated me, Her voice was spring, But I knew she was the sweetest poison But I followed her Everywhere Tiny hands, Perfect beauty I die when I see her In my mind And I know She’ll be My Death Alyce Crowley
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