The marriageable poured two drops of blood into the cauldron.
need good suppliers and that they requested.
widows then carved their peers wanted
buds for your loneliness
of mixed blood-flavored bubbles out desire.
The girls wanted to ride a donkey and play their games
new
"to be a woman" the blood pushing thrown into the cauldron. She drank
swallowed up chips menstruated
iron
sprouted like wild lilies and chrysanthemums
became fertile fertile orchard of mysterious
dissatisfactions of those in which everyone gets what his
but not complete
A choir claimed: Give me blood
that not what I want.
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