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Feb 2020
They feed on you and get what they need from you and you then would lead them to the secret room where two of your friends are waiting,

Vampires don't have friends they have victims
and don't you start thinking that vampires aren't real
or that they don't steal through the night looking for
a meal

we are just tins of Red Bull to them
an energy drink before they sink
back into the shadows.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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