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Three Inadequacies

 

 

 

slumped on my chest

the body of the girl

not quite so limp

as the weight of her pet

still almost warm

 

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no less permanent

this death of a body

so small

 

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the dull weight of sorrow,

wishing it would come soon

to replace this burn

 

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