She is a vampire.
Her fingers dripping with blood.
It is 1:00 am and she just got back to the party she had been at.
She passes the mirror in the hall.
She is dressed in black.
The blood does not show.
There is no reflexion.
She does not now her mouth still drips.
She goes to the darkest corner.
The corner is all black.
Then she points at you.
You are so hypnotized, you do not know what she is going to do.
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I've read lots of poems about vampires and i can't recognize which one is written with real expression.
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Stroke my hair and give me one cookie, plase.
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Life is like a rose,Pretty but has biting thorns. My poetry is my original work. Please do not change it.
The love of my life is also my photographer ~foxtalker
I give all clubs I have joined permission to repost this. Giving Me credit
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All my work is my own work pos if you wish use it for any thing other than adding to favorites just ask me.Thank you
My models page is
:iconlmtcloud:
clubs I joined
~here-to-help & ~FriendlyPhotography
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Life is like a rose,Pretty but has biting thorns. My poetry is my original work. Please do not change it.
The love of my life is also my photographer ~foxtalker
I give all clubs I have joined permission to repost this. Giving Me credit
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