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I reached out for a black rose,
the thorn pricked my fiinger,
blood welled up.
I drank it,
loving the taste of it all.
Then my fangs came out,
sharp and delicate.
While the moonlight shone on my pale skin,
"Time to feed" I said,
and went to finnd a lone human.
- by CrescentVampireMoon |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 06/20/2010 |
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- Title: Vampire
- Artist: CrescentVampireMoon
- Description: Time to feed
- Date: 06/20/2010
- Tags: vampire
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