A Gothic RomanceHis love was purely sinister from the start His bloody kisses on my neck left untouched marks The last petal of the rose was left for me His extravagant eyes were only mine to see In darkness he lay, plotting his next act His body simply lay there left intact Once returned to his chamber, his quill I found alone The fire in my heart went out as I moaned: \"Adrian...Adrian, where are thee? Why can thou not answer me? But he ran, ran, ran away so far Suddenly his kisses then turned into scars I wept until my tears formed into words they read: \"I ran my dear, IA Gothic Romance
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we like eggs
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"Life is too important to be taken seriously"-Oscar Wilde
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