

Beware the LassBeware the lass with the cold, dark eyes She'll break your heart and never say why.Beware the Lass
She tells you what you want to hear Lies with a skill far beyond her years. You'll come to know nothing but her silken hairs, Her sultry voice, the perfume that she wears. She'll let you think you own her heart To the very moment she departs.
She uses others to drown her pain Makes it seem she has ice in her veins. But, not long ago, she was the one Who put her trust where no trust should have gone. She vowed then to make all men know The agony of the scars she never sh
by *Iardacil
by *Astaraeias
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If I had a million dollars, I'd be rich.
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"How many steps does it take to cross the line? ... We'll answer that question when we get there."
"Good going, Harlequin. You killed him. Now who're we supposed to torture?"
"Sometimes love can be uglier than dead flesh..."
CB
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And they're like "Oh my god, it's him!"
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"How many steps does it take to cross the line? ... We'll answer that question when we get there."
"Good going, Harlequin. You killed him. Now who're we supposed to torture?"
"Sometimes love can be uglier than dead flesh..."
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And they're like "Oh my god, it's him!"
--
"How many steps does it take to cross the line? ... We'll answer that question when we get there."
"Good going, Harlequin. You killed him. Now who're we supposed to torture?"
"Sometimes love can be uglier than dead flesh..."
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"How many steps does it take to cross the line? ... We'll answer that question when we get there."
"Good going, Harlequin. You killed him. Now who're we supposed to torture?"
"Sometimes love can be uglier than dead flesh..."
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