Open Poetry #47 |
true love |
EDGE Image Junior Member
since 2011-08-02
Posts 12 |
Air hangs heavy in bright moonlight Pale skin, red hair, hidden death like garrotte Loud with life this humid night I would turn my head and bear my throat I feel no fear I will make no mess Where fangs barred glint and bite I would feed that vampire Jess On this and every other night |
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