Thirst

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Thirst

The blood flowing through your veins,
Your body is like a treasure trove to me,
I am that fiend,
That haunts your dreams,
That causes your nightly screams,
I even haunt your daydreams,
I yearn for your bloodstream,
Come give in to me,
Allow our souls to mesh,
As my fangs penetrate your flesh,
I want to feel that warm blood pouring into my mouth,
Satisfying my craving,
Give in to your desires,
And you shall live in a eternal fire.

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

Jessenia’s Poems (5)

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Recubo 1
Demonic 0
Thirst 0
illusions 1
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