"Enter freely and of your own will. Come freely. Go safely. And leave something of the happiness you bring." - Count Dracula, May 5, 1897
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Restless Leg Syndrome of the Soul - Susan Naud
Oh, zombies die.
They die every time they fall
sinking down deep into the dark beyond
so still, so close
till flailing, twitching
they jerk to life.
And, too damaged to think of how,
or why,
they stumble on-
limping
bleeding
unchanging
trailing their hunger behind.
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