The poem
When I come around, I don't know what to do.
When I see you cry, I I just want to to love you.
That kiss, that kiss
That childlike kiss.
I don't think i can fill i wonder if the blood of my blood is the blood i should spill.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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1 comments:
That was a really cool poem I liked that part when you were talking about love then blood and that your a vampier
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