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It

It

It lies in 7x3 ornate box,
While infinity slowly tick-tocks,
Slaughtering insomniac sleep,

Biding its immortal time,
Insatiable thirst sublime,
Keeping bloodshot eyes on sheep.

Duplicitous smile sharp fangs,
Hush now bothersome hunger pangs.
Just a boxful of parched bone,

Void of nothingness for aΒ soul,
Crawlies companions inΒ an inky hole.
Callous in grave of cryptic stone.

Wayward curious passerby,
Espy "Watch your step." Wonder why?
Spiriting you to a feeding Lear.

Unhallowed ground barren,
Mortals but festering carrion.
Whoever said life was fair.
Β 

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Ian William

This carries such sadness above all other things, masterfully penned.

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Dean Kuch

No one said that life was fair, Lisa.
At least not in the circles I run in.
Vampires are so sexy, aren't they? They simply exude eroticism.
Nicely penned...and rather wicked too!
☽~?β™₯ Dean β™₯?~☾

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Michael Roy

Beautifully dark. You make the vampire so enticing. Looks vulnerable, yet very powerful. This is excellent! ❀️⚑

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Jack Ellison

WOWSERS!!! Lisa... you done did it AGAIN!!! An awesome write... I have become a big fan!!! Lovesies, Happy Jack XOX

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