Rose feels like writing poems so here you go:
The lips of those forgotten, they hold us true. As our bodies hold and tingle. Our lips forget those close, as we find those forgotten. As they take from us the nectar of the gods. And give us thier own. A pain, a burn. To fall, we fall, forever. Into the hell, which is all that life can offer. Holding us dear. Now we are the forgotten. We live as one with them. Then we leave. We fall we fall into, let us fall. Let our deaths spread our souls to the place that's here. That's there. We let go. We are the forgotten, and we live as so...
(( It's about vampires, but oh well. ))
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