You can give me a sweet gift
I accept a bottle or your neck
To drink some poisoned blood
You don’t have to like me back
But you do.
Stupid human, escape now!
Falling in love cause you death
Flowers on your ground
Crossing arms on your chest
White skin, closed eyes
Poor human,
You wouldn’t wake up
Like I do every night
Mortals wish for sensations
I see them like temptations
I’m already a demon
Kill them all if I can
A little girl's poetry 
If you can… 😉
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A very creative persona poem!
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Lovely work 🙂
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Thank you!!
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That was great!
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Thanks!! Sweet bite for you!
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