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Haram
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Flesh, unblessed / rendered unholy with no mourning
by man as the knife descends / cracking open the architecture of bone.

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The Killing
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Now think / of that house / up in flames / not immediately / not sudden as / the snap of a finger / but like / a cold front / sinking into your skin

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Trenches
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In the trenches of depression, I built a fortress and I was a Queen lining up my bouts of therapy like soldiers off to war.

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