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The price you pay
Blood for peace
Haven’t we seen too many?
Alters burnt
Must be replaced
I caught my niece
With her mother’s spine in flames
Did we catch any
Of the spines chased?
Hold on to your penny
Let it buy you a piece,
or two, if need be,
of lost things that can’t be traced.
Sacrifices have a certain taste
A certain caprice.
LARDO
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