Poison on the lake
His mischievous taste
A kiss as red
As blood and cold as hell
Her blood is like liquid fire
Everything gets blur
It's becoming hotter
Than it's seems before
Lingering breaths in the cold
But warm as the summer
Lies that leads the show
Hearts with a dagger
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Echoes Of The Dead Poets
Poetry"Dark inks on dark secrets, full of wonders and ends, thoughts of the night of murky life." ©cover not mine
