You look like the girl
in my dream last night -
hungry for a new name,
one to be called out
at the stroke of midnight
by those about to draw
their last tattered breath.
You always did want
to hold the dark power.
Poetry – Dream Girl
You look like the girl
in my dream last night -
hungry for a new name,
one to be called out
at the stroke of midnight
by those about to draw
their last tattered breath.
You always did want
to hold the dark power.
Maranda Russell 
This is a girl to be reckoned with! Nice image to match.
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Thank you ♥
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Well-written and disturbing, Maranda. I hope she doesn’t move in next door! ❤ Take care, Cheryl
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LOL I think you should be safe.
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The power of Thanatos (death) and the volatility of life, dark Eros.
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I like that ♥
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🙂 such a great read.
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