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silent as the waning moon,
lone on a shadow-bound night,
waiting in the pale moon-light,
sits the single blood-shot rose...

dew sits on each dark petal,
falling off into pools of eternal darkness,
a thorn waits to seal it's fate,
then is pierced with a hidden serenity...

the rose waits in it's hidden faith,
while the Moon above steals the night,
with her undying beauty and serene glow,
yet waits to prey upon the light...

~without death,
there is no life~

~so why do we strive,
to stay alive,
when the world always shuns you,
for being who,
you truly are?~

~STAYIN' ALIVE.
STAYIN' ALIVE~

~es tu, mi pepito,
is you, my little potatoe~

LOL
SPANISH!!!!

~if i can't be me,
then why won't you see,
what i truly want,
is simply,
and secretly,
to rule these sniveling humans

lol
jk~


~La Montana es rubia,
rubia y muy gata.

The Montana is blonde,
blonde and very cat.~

RANDOM SPANISH!!!!!!!