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Tuesday, August 31, 2010


He walked without a sound
In the listless hum of night
Blood drinker, crimson soul
Broken spirit
A shadow in polluted streets
Clad in black velvet
To hide his dismay
At life never-ending
Fearing the death he will bring
Where can you hide
From demons that look like man-perfected?

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