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We were born to die alone in the dark A dissected corpse, a desiccated heart Loose limbs tightened with rigor mortis Broken bones and emptied bawls   Becoming a morticians doll To be posed and paraded before Our loved ones
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
The Mortician's Doll
We were born to die alone in the dark A dissected corpse, a desiccated heart Loose limbs tightened with rigor mortis Broken bones and emptied bawls   Becoming a morticians doll To be posed and paraded before Our loved ones
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Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 4:56 PM UTC
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