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Heritage


Heritage


Does your anthropology dig me?
I am bone dry
From a long time past
I must deny it
Fingerprints and all
Sockets and joints
Rotted macromolecules
Chain and ball
Your penetration
Into my decomposition
Is nothing more or less
Than an imposition
I should rest in pieces

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