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Jazzy Dracula


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Welcome to the bright part of the dark side.

“Lie close,” Laura said,
Pricking up her golden head:
“We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?”
“Come buy,” call the goblins
Hobbling down the glen.

My name is Dracula. I am a vampire and I tend to live within my imagination. I fail to see what's wrong with that. :p


Interests

Books, history, writing and fandoms.

Occupation

Avid reader.


Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.
— Billy Collins