Is It Poetry
Vampires Camping Out
Within arms reach they teach
a novice knows.
Pale faces father groans.
that pass us in the night.
that taste the heated fear.
Bloodshot eyes that glow.
Lay just beneath the skin.
lay beneath green leaves.
It sits in pools
where they have always been.
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