When you die
The world dies with you
So do not die today
For we wish to live

There are those
Who think blood romantic
Hotly infused with love
And vampiric passion

Blood is a machine
An engine of transfer
That allows us to silently
Eat the atmosphere

Imbeciles can talk of perfect love
Of immortality and wine
But what are these next to oxygen
And her demigod sister hemoglobin

Tailor Bell

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