Are you hungry?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sick?

Are you sweet?

Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
Are you fracturing?

Would you do anything?
We want the young blood
Flea-bitten? Motheaten?
Are you torn at the seams?

We suck young blood
We suck young blood
Won’t let the creeping ivy
Won’t let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin

Our rivers poisoned

We want the sweet meats
We want the young blood

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