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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.

Blade 16-Oct-02/8:10 AM
No there one hundred percent enameled bone and the're stong enough to rip out your vocal chords any day of the week




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