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It is a night of darkness, a song of death, wolves vent their howls.
The beautiful one rises.
Night shrouds her pale form, an everlasting life.
Her midnight hair cascades over fragile milk white shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly to taste the death streaming from the pale fresh beneath her.
Now a night of sharing, I smile vaguely.
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