Blood contains so many regimes, each with its own purpose and politics, ministers and machinations.
The republic of clotting factor operates by ponderous logic, while the forces of adrenalin rant for revolution.
Hormones are deal-makers, scuttling back and forth throughout the night.
Railroad-interests control red corpuscles, while the white ones are ruled by a military dictatorship.
I fear secret societies; their members are so adept at climbing ladders of DNA.
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