Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Pacific Standard Time.

"Will you be my vampire, doll?
We'll stay up all night, and sleep through the dawning light.
Once bitten, now I'm never turning back.
You have my blood on your lips,
Fatally indebted as a matter of fact.
Your Snow White skin, pale and cold,
Dead black hair, and dead blue eyes, sure have a hold,
On me, wide-eyed and ready.
For the rest of our lives, never ending."

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