Teardrops roll down her cheeks,rna wry smile creeps into his expression.rnTerror bites her, a snake in the darkness,rnhe prepares his lustfull weapon.
- Authors: PoetBoy
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: December 8th, 2016 20:00
- Limit: 12 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Comment from author about the poem: Go for it
- Category: Gothic
- Views: 48
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