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Sep 2013
I think
the vision of Death
has seen me.
She sat in my living room
and she laughed
as she should have.

Since then, everything light has dark.
We accepted the lambs
of our giving grass
and saw them holy!
Meat and all,
stripped down
by the monsters
of the earth
and received
on our silver platters.

We are ****** too.
Lucy
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   Timothy
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