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Love Casket (Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

“Is she said dead?” He asked

HER
I have never had a family unit
That has come to understand me
As a teenager, I ran away to be free
I sacrificed rejection to live happily
But when I loved out of foolishness
Jumping back into rejection full-heartedly
Where many others were waiting readily

“She’s been beaten bad. I can’t see her noise.” The other guy said

HER
My love casket held my leftover waste
My body, accepted the earth, lifelessly
Except, no one whispers that I’m chaste

“No just raped violently.” The other guy said. “Another one dead”

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