Look into my eyes I fell you fear when I am near
When I stop by you feel unclear
Your blood in a beaker you make it too easy for me
I want it straight from your neck you attendee
Don’t you try to stop me because I need every last drop
Before I head back to my workshop
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Author:
Lycidas Heathcliffe (Steven) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 7th, 2024 15:58
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Comments1
Cool write.
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