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Now all the people turn at me and accuse me of lying-
Is true you kissed a vampire? Long time ago, on the neck, in the forest where the moon meets the wolves, the silhouette of a dark man appeared from nowhere, like a luring rain hissing in the mist, it surrounded me and I sensed a blow, years upon me condensed like seconds, blood fired in ice on my forehead, living me pale as a corpse- I kissed him on the neck, in trembling aches of heart, not knowing the one I was adoring, the dark horizons deepened with sigh, and forest's humid breath embraced my lungs.
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