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Poetry Corner

Poetry Beatnik animal urge/longing for a higher Existance

The blood of my mind
drips through my subconcious
Pain, perhaps
or Desire
an Unknown

I feed on the blood
of my subconcious
Its warmth trickles
down my throat

My longing grows
Desire runs free
comes forth
to rule my life
my Love
my Pain

Blood becomes my life
I shun the day
become One with the night
forever preserved
forever young
never die

O, how I long for blood


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