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  • I tried to be a butcher once

    To stand all day in white coveralls

    and cut cold meat with cold hands

    To wash blood from the walls with a hose

    and let the stink soak into my hair and nails

    When I couldn't, I cried

    I was ashamed that I couldn't face

    the necessity of food
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