The Temple is full of blood

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The temple is full of blood
an orifice is full of blood
our arms are crossed beams full of blood
children build little mounds of blood
the word is an auricle congested with blood
all over we grow birthmarks of blood
my laughs are of blood
destiny is a great distance invaded by blood
our breath is of blood
sweat is only blood
to make a toast is an act of blood
the life of a man is a single and continuous journey of blood
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Salvador Villanueva
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