Butchers with angels' voices
__________close in.
Response: assume a form
_____no one
in this world wants.
__________False piety,
contrition, never uttered
by Becky Sharp in the beer hall.
Congenitally incapable of seizing
opportunity, my tears
complain that I am loved too well.
A perfect fit, the way ravens
cawing yonder circle
for years 'til they dive
towards my meat.
Dissipation,
___________les fleurs du mal,
aren't aromatic to me.
I was born to be crushed
_____trunk to feet.
Not an herb underneath you
but a salted root.
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