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    drew some fangs and thought to write a poem

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     My mouth burns for the taste of a wondering soul
    the crimson dripping down my throat thirsty for more
    im a scavanger searching for life
    greedy to kill for they dont deserve theirs
    the lust of death is something i wont forget
    and they all think they are safe
    but nobody will find their killer

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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