DrusillaHer hair was as black as the raven's wing I tore it out strand by strand I tasted it, tested it, tied it in knots, Like rings around her milk-white handDrusilla
Her fingers were slender and long like the Nile, She cried like a tortured dove When I twisted them, played with them, kissed them and then I broke them to show her my love
Her eyes were as deep as the midnight sky, I extinguished the stars within I ripped them out, glittering, and then it was time I sank my teeth into her skin.
Her blood was as dark as the deepest sea, I drew it out, red like t
I like your hands, i mean, your ink project in gr.9!!
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Illusions are art, for the feeling person, and it is by art that you live, if you do.-Elizabeth Bowen
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