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A dream's infernal kiss, lost in the allurement of the moment Awaking the sadness in this portrait made of thorns A rose's doleful story and a scarlet violin Sculptured like art; and a knife decomposing my heart...
A ballet of swans in violet satin Under an astonishing moonlight's feverish passion In fields of arcane roses; a pale reflection of your blossoming caress As snow-flakes worshipped the burden of the fall...
The grieving masquerade's ominous dance Poetry in motion, manoeuvering words in a theatre of faces A narcissist's obsession a
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- Current Residence: Whorse's Mouth
- Interests: The touch of any "flame".
- Favourite movie: Sympathy for lady vengeance, 2046, in the mood for love, sweet november
- Favourite band or musician: Suede, pulp, cinema strange, interpol, tindersticks, the frozen autumn, peter murphy, rozz williams
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- Favourite style of art: Poetry.
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My friend would have sex with you if you wore that in front of her! Trust me, its a fucking good thing!
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I am the master of the enchanted true
I'll play for your joy, for your soul, for your doom
My fingers they dance upon the strings like fire
Weaving a spell of my burning desire
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Dec. 30, 1334.
I had a Robert Smith shirt a few years back and she almost pounced on me.
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I am the master of the enchanted true
I'll play for your joy, for your soul, for your doom
My fingers they dance upon the strings like fire
Weaving a spell of my burning desire
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Dec. 30, 1334.
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