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Nightwalkers enjoy the beauty of the moonlight
and love feeling cool breezes while flying at night. Nightwalkers love the warmth of a human body and enjoy the taste of blood as it runs through their veins. Nightwalkers have regrets about their lives like never enjoying the warmth of the sun. Nightwalkers will never be able to have children and will have to endure seeing their loved ones die while they live. Note: I wrote this after watching some vampire movies wondering what vampires might actually feel about their lives (if they existed). This poem was published by Expressions in September 08. Expressions is an ezine that is part of Sams dot publishing.
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