A poem.

Friends,

I can believe that I,

Am capable of giving roses,

Not thorns,

What are thorns?

I think they,

Seem like demons.

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Vampires don't scare the people who

Stalk the demons

The stalkers are demons themselves

Streets are no sanctuary

At nigh-time

Night-time is the time for demons.

~~

Watch the sun set

Your time will come rest

Back into the night

Friend or foe will keep you in sight

-A

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-A