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DAYWALKER
DAYWALKER
__________
Ready to die?
I was born ready, motherfucker!
Come nightfall,
They step out of the shadows
Their kind choose to hide in.
For them, evenings are made for
Foraging the city for sustenance.
Warm, wet, red sustenance.
Aim for a vein.
Strike for a jugular.
Teeth first.
Their feeding frenzy brings
The number of people
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Friday 27th June 2025 2:52 pm
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