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3d
Evil substance
The need for blood
Must survive
One bite on the neck
Darkness seemed to see
My blood Dracula wanted
I told him I gave at the American Red Cross Association
But it didn’t work
I even showed the cross and had no impact
It didn’t cause him to step back
Want and need of my blood Dracula chanted
His fangs and tongue felt like a straw
Fill me up
Blood ****** until there was no more
I fell to the floor
My flesh was no more
Dracula, I die
Evilness I rise
Victim of quenching Dracula’s thirst.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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