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Daywalker (Free verse) by Blade

He Stalks Hunting through every Darkened street, Passing by each flickering lamppost. Hastening to find his soul. The blood lust rises Searing blood red anger, deep behind his eyes.

Bachus 11-Oct-02/2:14 PM
match tip the sawdust. my prediction? number nine in worst section within 2 months, at the latest. unvotable regurgitative pelican spew. you'd be better off just scanning the comic book page and posting that. atleast we'd having something in front of us worth reading.




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