vampire banquetA Poem by Sarah Wolfits all a mistake
he acted as if the blood tracing my skin was a fine wine
sipping through my iv as it was a straw he promises me eternal life as i die i am fading and time is dripping away like rain on a windshield im trying to hold on to something with no grip i tried hed whisper i echoed back its all my fault im sorry my vampire prince
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StatsAuthorSarah Wolfi am everywhere, but nowhere all at onceAbouthi. im sarah. which is irrelevant and probably agitating considering you are obviously well aware of it. im 13. i like to write. i dont have many friends at all. i really like the color indigo. i live.. more..Writing
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