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Blood is warm.HotIt burnsIt bubblesIt spills against the groundThey say that it is blueBefore it leaves your veinsBut when it comes out,it becomes red..
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Tension. Tight, heavy. It presses down as the four eat silently.One looks down, hunching into himself. Two glare from next to each other. One looks at..
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