Garden of Adam
Art, Sculpture and Gifts
Vampires of Bradenton


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My Undead Lover we meet as before
in darkest of dark night
where light lingers no more.

All color and hue are too soon forgot
when sun's last rays take flight,
so this to be our lot.

The embers of love smolder forever,
without reason or right
we live on, together.







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