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A – Z April: M
“More,” she cried as she fed on him,
And he gave and he bled till nothing was left to give.
“More,” she cried as she fed on him,
And his spirit did break as her nourishment.
“More,” she cried as she fed on him,
And the soul was devoured leaving nothing to him.
“More,” she cried as she tried to feed on him,
But the husk was discarded when she saw he was dead.
Sounds painful.
Damned Dementors. Or, you know, ex gfs 😉 It was inspired by a song…of which I cannot remember the name.
Youch. Love should not work this way!
Vampires! 😉 Btw, I lied the other day. I do fb stalk. And then go “I should have kept her as a thumb nail.” I caught myself doing it today.