an ode to the undead

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She is gold and she is silver;
She is flesh and she is bone.
Her blood is ichor;
Her skin is silk.

To what deity do I owe my praise?
What goddess crafted her from such fine cloth, and to such perfection?
If I had any care for a savior,
She would be my salvation.

She is fire to my ice,
She is nectar and honey.
Her smile is ecstasy;
Her scent is a summer breeze.

And when I take a bite, she is

So

So

Sweet.


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I'm making this to satiate my cravings for a vampire-themed story. I can't handle another plot brewing in my drafts, so this will have to do :')

How are you today, love?

Tell me something you're thankful for :)

- 𝖐 𝖆 𝖙

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