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A Good Nights Kiss
Paul Orton A trickle of blood down soft-skinned nape, From fangs that bear no life. Beautiful; though her innocence raped, Now cursed to walk the night. How she will wake, to gaze the sun, Skin burning, she’ll ask “why”. “You see”, come words of an undead one, “My love; our souls; combined”.
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