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Soft, pale skin the texture and shade of pearls,

Sharp fangs gleaming, the tongue curls,

Dark, cold eyes the colour of black coal,

The flawless body of a living dead doll.

 

Eyes staring right into your blood beating veins,

Your pulse thumping loud, no blood will remain,

Their crave for your warm blood dripping down their tongues,

And the scream of pain escaping from your lungs.

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