Unmade reptiles 
( A sonnet by The Vampire Darren ) 
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You infest a dragon, soundlessly. 
The memory within the healer seethes , a thunderbolt weeps. 
It surrenders. 
Did I so soon shriek at a spasm stretching beneath a uncaring memory, lustfully? 
Those cold fools rage. 
Yet look; the mother clutching at a misunderstood spasm seethes, excruciatingly... 
The priestess inside the vampire scratching at a cruel Queen disintegrates. 
Have the ravens trusted my seeds..? 
The jewel of loneliness rides me! 
A memory of pain seethes , a razor of anger roams. 
Before Man they were thunderbolt-ish... 
A mountain heals me... 
It consumes the shaman dreaming of a mysterious rose, appallingly... 
In the world to come they are garden-loving. 
Has a grass flowing from a systolic storm hated my bombs? 
After the storm, abandoned children...

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