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In my grave beneath the cold dark dirt, I sleep and endless sleep. Dreaming dreams of endless thirst, Dreaming dreams of bloodspilt tears. Dreaming of the sweet deep taste, Gushing into my mouth, Rushing down my throat. Pulsing, Heated through my veins. The lust, The need. I burst out of my grave! Free to hunt, Free to lust, Free to feed. Then the dream starts again............................ ....................................................................... Dreaming My Endless Dreams |
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