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Sep 8
you are my vampire.
the blood that falls off,
drips from the slits on my wrist
or cuts on my thighs.
you cause them.
you drive your sharp teeth into me,
and level marks.
my heart with puncture wounds.
your vangs are the
nightmare
of my days.
Maya Fields
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Maya Fields  15/F/Arkansas
(15/F/Arkansas)   
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