Vampire | Early Prose - Poem by Anna Maria
Oh bloody heart of mine,
What have you done?
Are you so full of poison that you run from sweetness?
Isn’t that what you have longed for all these years?
If only I could drive a stake through you this moment
and put an end to this melancholy!
You are ridiculous.
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