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Daywalker (Free verse) by Blade

He Stalks Hunting through every Darkened street, Passing by each flickering lamppost. Hastening to find his soul. The blood lust rises Searing blood red anger, deep behind his eyes.

Tintagiles 21-Oct-02/6:24 PM
Hee hee -- so because dear little Maria likes something, we're not allowed to dislike it? And is it not very, very funny that even when she censors her language, she misspells it? 'Fuck' only has three letters after the 'F', dearie.




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