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Apr 2015
You breath in
the dark shadows
blood seeps from
your fangs :
lust slithers
into dead
wounds.
The white
of your eyes
is the disguise
the moon
that sparkles
and soothes:
Staring in
the murky
water you
see the monster
you become.
The leeches
that ****
and slither
feasting
upon each
human
creature.
Kimberley Leiser
Written by
Kimberley Leiser
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