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Spiked Lemonade
Blood tends to sparkle at midnight,
the kind that follows a hard bite;
Such fearsome calcium is trite;
Fangs in starlight, fangs in starlight;
There is no need to feel afraid,
of this decision that you made;
Just flood him with an accolade;
Spiked lemonade, spiked lemonade.
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Melani Udaeta
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