Friday, January 7, 2011

Poem

This is an old poem  I wrote about a vampire. It's pretty simple. I'm not sure if this is the exact poem. I wrote it years ago.

My blood has run cold.
I must have more.
I might be a priest or i might be a whore.
I could be young or very old.
I might come knocking at your door.

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