A-VAMPIRE-VERSE-POEM
She drove a stake through my heart
as though the vampire were me.
Yet she it was drained me dry.
Yes the vampire was cruel she !
My eyes became a bloodshot red
when I became the walking dead.
AN-INDIVIDUAL-VERSE
Cut down the tall,
there'll be no more small.
Paint black the white,
we'll look very-alike.
Harden women, soften men,
otherness take from them.
This is diversity?
A same-same equality.
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