One of your nice poems, I think. The human milk that their ancestors bestowed or inherited, changed into black blood therefore they've played such a cannable game. Your poem expresses the situation in a nice way.
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One of your nice poems, I think. The human milk that their ancestors bestowed or inherited, changed into black blood therefore they've played such a cannable game. Your poem expresses the situation in a nice way.