.They ask for more;
What do you think this fan club is for?
I slithered up each rose corridor,
I kept a warm safe place in my core
Before I lost it.
They ask for blood,
What do you think this woman's made of?
I stuck a small thin pin in my thumb;
They dreamt a low.
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