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A pound of flesh, no, just shy of a hundred,
tucked beneath a Hello Kitty blanket,
broken pieces, starved then beaten, forced
into a shape too bloodied
for an open casket.
I approach the altar, hear the knocking,
a tiny chick wandering across your coffin,
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