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Wow... I'm tempted to ask your permission to use this poem as part of a play that I'm working on (perhaps in the last scene, as the last lines).
I like this poem alot, and it seems to echo something that I've been thinking as well - in a sense, human sacrifice, in that someone spills another person's blood for a more metaphysical reason... the purity and power contained within blood being incredible and immense by the mere fact that it can, and does, sustain life. Hell, even creating new life, in a sense.
In short, I like it. Alot.
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