HER BOOK OF POETRIES

THERE WAS NONE

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As the sun meets my gaze,
My skin turns red and then I'm dazed.
They turned to look at me,
And I smirked throughout the day.

The sun sets by Six,
I'm out by Five, it's fixed.
No more burns from the dreadful sun,
No traces or scars. I know this is fun.

But it wasn't just me,
They love her too.
I sulked and was swallowed by envy,
Well, my patience is just few.

The moon turned red,
My eyes glowed so.
My fangs showed and I'm fed,
By her sweet blood and it shows.

I walked the next day like the way I do.
They praised me and love me, I mean why not tho?
Praise me. Just me. And it'll be fun.
Only me or there will be none.

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