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they are vampires

Poetry By: BlueLeaf

undead; thirsty for blood..

Submitted:Jun 11, 2011    Reads: 137    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   


A dead, frozen heart

Stopped beating hundreds years ago

Beautiful, inhuman face

But their mind is another case

Their memories are a whole different story

Like their amazing body of glory

They can be hundreds years old

And the faces could look like ice cold

What they drink is obviously clear

That's the reason of the fear

They love the taste of (human) blood

There is nothing they would want more

There may be these creatures among us

But what could we do?

They are VAMPIRES.



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