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[bloodygranuaile]

Night falls, and again I want to go dancing in graveyards. There is no one to go dancing in graveyards with... why is there no one to go dancing in graveyards with in this town? We have two beautiful graveyards, and no one to go to either with me and dance barefoot in them to loud Gothic music, to Inkubus Sukkubus or Voltaire, for hours and hours until the sun comes up again the next morning and we have to go home and sleep off the damage done to our feet.

Oh, and there's also the fact that I can't dance. And that I'm not allowed to stay out all night.

*sound of something shattering* I believe that was the poetic atmosphere.

-Claudia

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[averagejane.livejournal.com]

You're laying on your bed on a hot summer night
Underneath the lunar light
I am a dream I am a phantom of desire
Call out my, call out my name

Call out my name, call out my name in the night
For a bitter love, for a bitter pain
Call out my name, call out my name in the night
For a bitter love, for a bitter pain

I've come a calling from, a thousand ages past
I was the first I'll be the last
I am a scratching on the windows of your soul
Call out my, call out my name

Call out my name, call out my name in the night
For a bitter love, for a bitter pain
Call out my name, call out my name in the night
For a bitter love, for a bitter pain

[agentclaudia.livejournal.com]

Oo, another Inkubus Sukkubus fan. Yay!

[tinuviel8994.livejournal.com]

*dances in graveyards with you* :)

[agentclaudia.livejournal.com]

Yay!

We should go to the other graveyard when you come down next. 'Tis prettier than the one we took you to.