Fourth blog entry - Simply, a free style poem

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Share we all one thing in common
The blood beneath our skin and inside the rivers of this machine
Shall we proclaim it as sanctified or sinful, plenty of blood is the one that connects us 
From womb to death’s bloom
XX, XY, and a 36th year full of wizened perfume
Thy eyes can not be as far from my own
As the color 
That color underneath the melanin blanket covering your soul, is as crimson as mine
Shan’t we forget, nothing more than a dignified myth blue blood is
And vessels, such as the ones under velveted skin
Or vessels, recalling oh thee individual body 
Are meant to be free

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By: Ceibot, 2023 (truly just stating it is mine, not trying to claim it as anything otherwordly great haha)