Vampires

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    Vampires
    As I listen to the screaming
    Blood squirting everywhere
    Teeth grinding on bone and veins
    And snarls from creatures of a different kind
    I am scared

    I am running from a creature I don't know
    I can hear many feet behind me
    Everytime I turn around I don't see it

    Then I feel something grab me
    I feel pain that is undiscribeable
    I scream and then......
    And then............

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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