Number two in my poetry posting-ness. Not about him, its about vampires, which are awesome.
One Cold Hand and Warm Hand
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Into the darkened woods they harkened to.
One Cold hand and Warm hand, entwined at last.
He snarled and stared. Ever wanting her to
Smile and say this would never end too fast.
He feared for her life, betraying his
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