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Vampyr

Night creature girlfriend she sucks my, love

When the sun goes down she gets me, up

A little bit gothic it's understood

Night creature girlfriend she sucks me good

With no reflection at all on her pale good looks

You maybe would believe me-I dug her up

Night creature girlfriend I can't believe my luck

When she goes down I sure am... loved

Short Poetry