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Haunted by her

(She) invades my sleep with tumescent intentions

Hades I'm sure must be missing a demon

 

From the panes a green mist swirls

Is it a shadow of reflection

This apparition in moon beams bathed

A voice like wind through trees beckons

Cool rain on hot summer stone

The odor fills my presence

 

These things are her essence

Nocturnal mistress, spirit lover

your mouth of wine and woodsmoke taste

My goddess of the violet twilight

You are lust incarnate

 

-Typo O Negative -

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Uploaded on May 30, 2007