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Everything
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brimming with blood, though not necessarily alive
The Godhead Compiler
I pick up countries and scatter them down
red goo
the dead had risen, and there was nobody to pump gas
Book of Doors
As to some lovely temple, tenantless
I'd Love to be a Fairy's Bride
reaching for the fruit
The brief nightmare waits anxiously for dawn, tearing flesh and drinking spilled blood while it still can.
The Mating Habits of the Earthbound Human
Vandermark 5
Beautiful, in that way that space and any measure of emptiness is beautiful
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