dark of the another night she comes to me , from another time past long ago with a dim candle light glow, completly mute and in a white dress why she is not at rest is anyone's guess . her pale cold skin refreshing my hot tire body all over again and then we commit another sin .....both are damed to walk this hell in a purgatory useless mess still alive I dwell never to have a story to tell. in death we unite never present during light haunting your dreams and house every night .
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