Drip slowly, blood flask
Your heart is worth twenty bites
Pressure out my feed

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Rhythmically dance
Wafting in the Midnight wind
Pulse my life; a snore

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Simmer in the beat
Sunning down upon my bleed
Into muscles strong

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Innocence; selfless
Sweet as rosebloom splayed in Flut'
Whisper sweets to sweet

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Vanity, my flo'r
Can you not bring me assure?
Oh; I crave your breath

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Vein, he hungers so
Both in lust for blood...and love
For a softened doe

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(NOTE: Vein has no clue who "Vanity" is, that's actually HIS NICKNAME. Don't be confused. He's talking about Vanity, the sin, and himself, in that haiku.)