Lost Words
A midnight scribble, a morning sigh, you watch the words, curl up and die.
Madness lives inside your head, of poems lost, and pages dead.
A mind possessed, by unmade books, unwritten lines on empty hooks.
- Michael Faudet
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Rare Vampire
Vampire"I thought I knew everything there was to know about life, simple and easy. I was so wrong." - Midnight. One night was all it took for Midnight's life to never be the same again. Typical, right? Her future, not so much. Through tough decisions and b...
