A Vampire

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By Albert Ahearn

The soporific sound of rain Falling on the shingled rooftops Induces his subconscious brain to summon id with every drop. His instinctual impetus craves immediate primal need: vitality that flows through us. Tonight the innocent will bleed to quench within, a burning fire that’s required to tame his soul forever damned: a vampire! who roams and stalks celestial darkest nights for unfortunates to engorge their blood to excess.

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