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His voice had never sounded so cold,
I've been watching him all day, but
it feels like he had a lot of grudges to hold.
Why can't he tell me what is it?
Am I making it worst?
But then he lifted up my chin,
and I just let our hands intertwined.
He softly whispered to my ear;
"You don't have to worry, my dear.
Thy luscious and fragrant blood is only mine."
CM || Lelang
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PoesíaThis is a Compilations of my poems. Hope you'll love this! 𝒶 𝓅ℴℯ𝓉ℯ𝓈𝓈 𝓌𝒽ℴ'𝓈 𝒻ℴ𝓃𝒹 ℴ𝒻 𝒸ℴℊ𝒾𝓉𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃ℊ 𝓉𝒽𝓎 ℊ𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓊𝓅𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓊𝓈 ℊ𝒾𝓈𝓉𝓈 ~•itsmeesnoopyy
