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Jan 2018
when light is gone and night is deep
she appears at night when I'm asleep

she touches me with hands cold as ice
she looks at me with those blood red eyes

and now that the moon turns crimson red
she drinks my blood as I lie in bed

oh dear.... I'm a walking dead.
Hi De
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