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Goth Princess 93 by Colin Van Der Woude with acquisition from unholy deeds this love of mine escaped tasteful and fortuitous in it's absence I tasted her rich lipstick lips of enchanting desire now that she has gone my lips pale by comparison lack of red wanting her again to have her near disposition of fear warm our cold bones from the winter's nights sitting by the fire catching the embers before they burn dropping cheap regrets into the half empty bottles wine my thirst you my feast of kisses one two three kisses I don't mind that you've gone even though everything seems wrong I'll have memories to conjure and I will never forget you.  « BACK |