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| This poem is about a vampire who can not resist the temptation of blood. She can not hold back and her victim dies. |
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Blood Call
Her blood calls to me
Like rain to the drying earth.
I can hear it ebbing and flowing
like waves of the ocean,
Pulled by the moon.
I want to taste that sweet possibility.
I want to drink her in, my rebirth.
My hunger is growing, growing
With each breath of that potion.
I want to dance to her blood’s tune.
I can feel her heat from across the room,
Smell her blood.
I feel the tension rise.
It takes all my strength to hold back
And yet, she dies.
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