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Nov 1
Everything is black,
I hear a crack,

Is someone there?
A scent lingers in the air,

It smells so sweet,
Is it a treat?

I try to find the source of the smell,
It's cloaked in shadows, behind a shell

I crack it open and got a stain,
To my luck, I hit a vein

It's not like any other time,
This one has the sweet taste of lime,

The human species is such a delight,
I enjoy every tastefull bite.

As more of us gather we began to feast,
I am a zombie beast.
Would love any kind of feedback or critic
VeinsOfInk
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