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She Drains Me

Nothing seems right in her eyes, I can't tell the truth from her lies.

She comes in all hours of the night, blood on her cloths, she sings with delight.

Can't understand why she drains me so, she loves to bite, too weak to put up a fight.

Her stare leaves me in a daze, she manipulates my body, throwing her in a frenzied craze.

She swears she loves me, an addiction too good to leave, blood stains left permanent on my sleeve.

ronin67

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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!

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I love this 👏😘

Thank you.

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