Bodies grow new blood while flowers bloom blooms and shells echo Cold air needles prick skin for films of lace, for tapestries where toy soldiers slump against dolls, where the Ballerina longs for the touch of tin on tutu (and she might if you want and do you? You don't do what you're told. You don't want to do what you want to do.) but this game is not Tag - Mostly we all just lose until we win, and then we lose some more. The rules: 1. Pick me out (must you say my name? do it in a tiny smile and i'll return it) 2. Then we play 3. Then fight 4. Then it's over.