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Cursed

Pricked with a fanged bite; No longer a need to fight everything toxic about daylight; His kiss tasted eternal; Death dripping in the eyes of a vampire, as intoxicating as a scorching fire; Never a past to transpire, endless curse, the thirst for blood.

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