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I miss you, dark angel, In ways I never thought I would; As A cup-companion, A partner in adventures, Confidant & co-conspirator, Fellow-lover of pseudo-life: We hunted together In the shadows, the cloak of the night. Even though Another wooed me towards the Light, Seduced me for time into the Day. But it did not last, The sun set. You remind of the patient Darkness In my own soul; The windows which, drawn, could be curtained Or withdrawn to show a glimmer of shuttered light.
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April 24, 2007 (TRANSYLVANIA / PRWEB) -- As everybody can imagine Transylvania is all about stunning scenery and terrific places. Everyone knows and fears Dracula; still everyone wants to travel to Transylvania. Transylvania and the Carpathian mountains are the very best parts of Romania. So, the ones interested in learning the truth, being charmed by the legend and enjoying the best Dracula experience ever, are welcomed to travel to Transylvania and join the Vampire in Transylvania tour.
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My path has split to left and right, Both confusing, with power in sight Ones result is far away, but the one that calls, Promises today. One resembles light the other one dark, The dimness calls to me and sets a spark, A flame, a lust, a wild desire, burning, churning, sets my soul afire. The flames licking, dancing, consuming my soul, I give my body complete and whole. The icy grip of darkness, sears my skin But connects with my heart like once lost kin. Zillah March 8, 2002
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You should cut the lieing tongue of your love
into a million tiny bits of bile you swallow,
while tiny tremble water drop
right between your eyes
because you said you loved me and you lied
you lied.
All you wanted was to rid me of pride
to ruin me for tenderness,
you lied
you lied.
And while i still love you like a river
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Imagine that you are a twenty-five-year-old living in New Orleans, called Louis. The date is 1791. You suffer a terrible bereavement due to the untimely death of your brother -- a death for which you blame yourself. You spend nights drinking in New Orleans in a state of near despair. One night, just a few steps from your door, you are attacked by an unknown assailant.
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