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The Kiss

In a world of my own..I prefer to call it my garden..my own savage garden. You have to be invited to play..but remember, it is my game, so therefor my rules. Nightfall is our guardian home. By dawn we slumber like the beasts we really are..or are we? Perhaps we are just the perfect blend of what is right and what is wrong? Our skin is soft and pale and our eyes are the reflection of our deepest and most secret desire. When you take my hand and walk by my side, you will understand and you will know what my heart tells. A story that will live on forever. The children of the night will whisper it like a soft melody in the wind.
Please, lay down on the black ground where the moonlight paints a silver pearl. Do not fear us…we do not fear you. Let me invite you…let me give you a vampire’s kiss..

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