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“The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.” -Cherry Wine, Hozier The wine-red honey courses through her elastic veins as it had for years and years,
Bound by blood, This wicked hate This unsettling darkness, This thing that only we know about. Trapped by fears, We shiver in the cold. No one knowing what we hold.
Disscussion, Can't we just talk? Round table no intimidation from whom I was Born, Blood shared, Bones grown, Umbilical Cord. Can't we just tal- Intimidation. Raised Voices