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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.

Tintagiles 21-Oct-02/12:59 PM
Certainly I know. A prick who, as I have said elsewhere, doubtless wears a plastic red lined cape, plastic frangs, wears nothing but black and makeup three inches thick. I desperately hope to never be forced to fuck with you.




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