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Femella Noctis

February 8, 2011
By Anonymous

I suffer to create
Create so I can suffer
Affection is my child
Corruption is my mother
I march on and on
through the battleground.
Wasted, withered corpses
of my friends is what I found.
Warm, steady breathing-
a succubus haunts my dreams.
I'm an abandoned child
and nobody hears me scream.
Black crows are laughing
No hope for me in sight
But I laugh with the crows
and my maiden of the night.

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