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Your blood is red.
Your veins are blue.
I crept my way to your bed.
Now I'm already behind you.
Once you look back Ill have my way.
While in your bed you lay.
Always on your little cell.
I'm right behind you, cant you tell?
Your blood is red.
Your veins are blue.
I left the bed.
And I've taken you.
- Title: Creepy horror
- Artist: PuppiSan
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Description:
Just a little poem with a flipped twist from the cute versions of it.
It does need work I do know this. I'm mostly looking for some creative criticism.
- Date: 11/22/2013
- Tags: creepy horror
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