Vampires around the campfire
Up late, they can’t sleep
They all want the same thing
Their mothers told them not to play with their food
Not to pick flowers if they really loved them
They try, they really do
Soon there will be no more blood
No one left to love
About the Creator
Kathe Wren
Native Texan, Indigenous to the Americas
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