poems 1

This metallic ringing




Covers my groans outpouring 




Languid in my posture




Warm viscous stream rolls like a river


Across cold clammy skin I begin to quiver


As the warm breeze dances on me I shiver




Where I am What happened I am not sure

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is jus an idea not finished not sure what to do with it 

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Just Read About Vampires

and this accompanies it so very well - delete last line and put a period on shiver - finished enough. Then do a part II :D enjoyed in a macabre sense - well penned ~allets~



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Thanks as always . Good idea

Thanks as always . Good idea will see if anythig comes to mind for a part II