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![]() ![]() ![]() we like poetry, the darker the better.
![]() in my mind
![]() by Jessica
![]() in the darkest regions of my chaotic mind,
![]() swim thoughts of death.
![]() cold steal to hot flesh is the one I like best.
![]() drops of dark red blood melting virgin snow,
![]() seems to spark my interest even more so.
![]() call me crazy?
![]() I wouldn't know, I've always been like this.
![]() a fascination with darkness has always been my trill,
![]() to know what's in the mind that makes one want to kill.
![]() this preoccupation with death might make me seem insane,
![]() but no matter what you do, this mind you cannot tame.
![]() ![]() ![]() wild vines
![]() by Jessica
![]() Love is wild vines climbing to the sky,
![]() Bering luscious fruit to good for mortal eye,
![]() containing the sweetest taste that could ever grow,
![]() also has some faults as everyone should know,
![]() just like with wild vines love grows too,
![]() razor sharpened thorns & surpassingly bitter fruit.
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