Blood Poem by Matt Yates

Blood



Blood is the essence of life for most beings.
Some of them fear it.
Others crave it.
Others crave it so much that they would lose their own for it.
The blood we’re “blessed” to have sometimes turns on us.
The very thing that gives us life gives us death.
There is nothing that can help you without wanting something in return.

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Matt Yates

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