Lance C. - 2/3/2007 8:48 AM ET
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"Forever my love, I will love you to death", Words dripping softly like warm honey, or perhaps blood, from her painted lips. "Till death do us part", She sang to a tune only she could hear, soft tendrils of lace caressing her angelic body as she reached for her toy. "I'll hold your heart in my hands", softly she spoke, pale hands gripping the handle as she strokes the tip against the bony bars of the prison hiding your heart. "Forever my love", is but a moment in time, Much shorter than the blade of the knife, cold steel glinting brightly against the warm flesh of your chest. |
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