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Oct 2015
Oh, whispering whine
of my evening tormentor,
on my blood you dine.
Your song of high pitch
heralds your vampire habit  
and leaves spots which itch;
Red, lumpy unwantedness
peeps out from my summer dress.
© Emmie van Duren Oct 2015
Written by
Emmie van Duren  Australia
(Australia)   
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