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Warning
by Laura Via
Tuesday, June 03, 2003
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Feel the pulsing of your heart As the blood drips slowly Pumping and surging upon my lips As I devour your organs Bit by bit....
Metallic is your blood as I lap The oozing red from your wounds The very ones of which are my design Eviscerated slowly in due time As I have my fill
Howl into the night Signal the world Heed my warning Beware of what stalks the night In the shadows I walk To carry out my plight
(c) 2003 A Riddle
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