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    drew some fangs and thought to write a poem

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     My mouth burns for the taste of a wondering soul
    the crimson dripping down my throat thirsty for more
    im a scavanger searching for life
    greedy to kill for they dont deserve theirs
    the lust of death is something i wont forget
    and they all think they are safe
    but nobody will find their killer

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    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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