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I'll drive that stake through the center of my heart
Lonely vampire, inhaling its fire
I'm chasing the dragon too far

There's blood on that blade, fuck me, I'm falling apart
My assassin, like Casper the ghost
There's no shade in the shadow of the cross


Sunday, July 13, 2008

Story Bone

When does rapier whit become old-man grumpiness?

It's the other "coming of age" story.

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