There is something in his face that frightens me.
Something about him reminds me to a vampire.
But the word vampire does not includes him totally.
There is a part of him that is escaping from me constantly (like the sand between the fingers)
As if he were a fallen and purple angel, he observes me from the dark beyond.
As if he were a fallen and purple angel, he observes me from the dark beyond.
****there is no way to run away from his sight****
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