our blood was burnt
in a pot on the stove
the rats turned their noses from us
we broke vases on their heads
and we stirred our blood
when it boiled
we threw it at the wall
and it stuck
it's done, i said
but we didn't think so
when it dried to the pan
i said, what have you done?
what could we have done, you said
we could have tasted it, I said
and you laughed at me
one does not taste their own blood
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