I see you
But can you see me
Through the mitts of the night
The hunter stalks its prey
Something stirs my prey
but I know it's not me
because I'm too far away for her to see
She can run and hide
But I have already caught her scent
Because my nose is strong
I am a vampire
And this is how i hunt
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Spoken from the Heart
Ficção AdolescenteI started writing poetry in 7th grade and my interest has grown from there. Please comment if you like them. I have had a poet comment on one of my poems and wish to have it published. I just need to find the right people to get my work out to. Ea...
