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Vampyros Lesbos
I dream on a sea of black satin
Waiting for those ivory arms
To rise around me
Those crimson lips and cruel teeth
That have an appetite for
Purer blood than mine
I can never match their grace
As they catch the moon's magic
In their gowns
And star's cluster
In their hair
I can only offer
Another rough kiss
To those I adore
And waken to find
They've slipped away once more.
Art by David Zahir
Waiting for those ivory arms
To rise around me
Those crimson lips and cruel teeth
That have an appetite for
Purer blood than mine
I can never match their grace
As they catch the moon's magic
In their gowns
And star's cluster
In their hair
I can only offer
Another rough kiss
To those I adore
And waken to find
They've slipped away once more.
Art by David Zahir
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