darkness is falling...dead on arival..blood trickling down the eyes of the beast...u can hear him screaming out in silence as her last rose peddle falls to the dusty ground. evil thoughts are brewing in his head...missing that sweet spot between her legs..sweat blood and tears evaporating in the air as his body decays to nothing. old moldy passion
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