Dash Mcpeek Poems

For children one and all, big and small,

Who tried to run but had to fall
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There is a sad, sad sound that a child's soul makes when it breaks

With its torment unfurled and unheard by the world
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The vampire comes at night, hungry for sin, his mouth on my skin

"hush little baby, go to sleep, "
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When I die and my body is made ready for it's rest as I depart...

Then inform those who attend to this fallen flesh that I wish for my hands to be folded into fists across my still heart
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