Drain

Posted: May 22, 2014 in Poetry
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Psychic vampires
no life their own
always impose
on all of those
who let them in
their cozy homes
they live off thoughts
from those alone
when all/s sucked dry
they gnaw on bone
but in the light
they turn to stone.

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