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"the dance of macabre"
By haunted
your eyes are in bats of lust
the epitome of ashes to dustÂ
so lovely in fire and lace
and your devilishly lovely taste
beauty for the dance of macabre
your a funeral shrined in black
so foreboding to catch my breath
such melancholy dancing with death
a meeting of mortal makers
ghouls and undertakers
dancing on graves in the night
under the spectral light
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Copyright 2018 haunted
Published on Wednesday, May 2, 2018.
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