His teeth glisten in the night.
Will I turn from him in fright?
I’m lost in his heated gaze.
I’m his for the rest of my days.
Will I turn from him in fright?
I’m lost in his heated gaze.
I’m his for the rest of my days.
THE DEAD GAME
by Susanne Leist
by Susanne Leist
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