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Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
(Fois-gras style)
We want the young blood.
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Flea-bitten? Motheaten?
We suck young blood.
Won't let the creeping ivy
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers poisoned
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We want the sweet meats.
We want the young blood.
We suck young blood.
We want the young blood