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My Vampire's Aura My free will is gone; your aura commands me. You draw me each night, to ecstasy and pain. You show me your beauty, but I know it's not real. Your lovely face masks a soul so dark. After the pleasure, you draw my life's blood. You keep me alive, til' you need me no more. The weaker I become, the greater your pleasure. My time is not long, lest you make me undead. Your promises are hollow; I am one of many. Bodies strewn through time; discarded like waste. Tonight will be special. I have a treat for you. The bright, silver dagger, I found in your dresser. When you take me in your arms, I will end your undead existence. My life is spent, but others will be spared
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