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| Love, A red, red rose, it's thorns dripping in venom. A crimson sunset, a final darkness follows. A snow white dove, entrails dangling from it's beak. A star filled night, cloaking true evil. A cool gentle rain, falling on broken corpses. A gently resting babe, dead in a dumpster. An angelic chorus, concealing the screams of the dying. deception. |
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