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Bite

Let me drag my fangs across your soft skin, lull you away into the dark night with sour nothings. I could take control, show you an immortal world, a life that never ends if you let me drink from your chalice. We can hide away, wait for the sun to set and the cold crisp dusk seep in. Pale digits in dark black locks, the smell of sheer fear and sweat linger in the air. Are you scared yet? Do I intimidate you enough for you to run and hide away from me? I can smell you from here, let me take a bite.

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