Vampires

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    Vampires
    As I listen to the screaming
    Blood squirting everywhere
    Teeth grinding on bone and veins
    And snarls from creatures of a different kind
    I am scared

    I am running from a creature I don't know
    I can hear many feet behind me
    Everytime I turn around I don't see it

    Then I feel something grab me
    I feel pain that is undiscribeable
    I scream and then......
    And then............

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

    PawPrint’s Poems (5)

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