our lost souls are as black as the bottom of a hole. we are the living dead; we live and breathe the night. we long for your warm flesh, for the red, sweet life pulsing through your veins; we only stop until we have your heart in our hands. we get what we want, because it works that way. we are the creatures of the night. and we will never stop.
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