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A voice is calling me in my dreams
it`s not a strange dream... really
all the vicious are dreaming...
unknown to reality...
His blood is as liquid fire...
I can hear the blood in His voice...
Thursday, May 26, 2011
whisper…
shout…
and all I see was blood…
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