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Sempre (Always) ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ He didn’t start that way -- once Pedro -- youthful, playful child in Concilio. One evening, the heavens broke. Rain fell, dripping oddish sprinkles of chemical-laced precipitation. Overnight boyhood changed. Mannish shoulders developed along with an overwhelming thirst for blood. Moon-locked spells divvy blessings or curses: strength, speed, longevity, endurance endless nights. When witches fly, bats flutter, warlocks creep across chasms – Sempre haunts hills, dales, trails, woods, forests -- women’s rooms. Timid knock. Gasp. Wide eyes. Soft-spoken request. Smiles exchanged. Gentle caresses. Drugged kisses. Bittersweet sighs. Love. Swift fanged touch. Closed lids. Silence Sated now, Black Death walks. Alone Forever. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 100 words
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