Dusty showcase
100yr old books?
The past? That reveals future!
A man unlocks his briefcase
And to the librarian, he portrays a scary look
Straightened his caller
The book he wants selects them all
The value of that currency he pays in cash
Made my heart heavy
And he ran to the call
(attending a call from his master)
An off-white shirt
A black jacket
The instincts' and charms of a filth or dirt
Curbed with sweetness and melody
Can chop off a women's virginity before reaching any eve
throat
The hall smelled of myrrh with perfumes of the rich
He seemed tired calling off with someone
While he was chanting songs
The moon from the window shone bright
As if he were chanting a vampire calls
From the north
A young girl charming girl visited this lad yes this man
She was the pity of his faint dry lips
And bought him fresh broth
He touched her hands while he looked dim and sad
Massive loss of blood
Was detected
He fainted on the floor
She hurried for a cloth
And wiped the area of loss all over
He then raised his body at once
Into her side his fangs he pierced
She wept in tears and cried for help
And she was his plank who was the only one to subside the
pain
And therein her life, it was a sadness rain
No one to her aid
No one for help
Everything wilted like the days of good and bad
All eclipsed
While the days from there fade
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think about her dear readers!