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If You Are Careful, I Think There Is Probably Nothing
That Cannot Be Retrieved
Lay me down
And if raindrops fall in my eyes
Just cradle my face like before
And pull my eyelids with your thumbs
The way you've seen it done in films.
Then kiss my forehead
And if my skin is cold go on
Because my last thought was winter
And how the snow hare kept crawling
While the magpies pulled on its spine.
Now make the cut
Straight from my throat down to my gut;
You've done it like this already;
The crucifix around your neck
Scored the line each time you went down.
Open me up
And if you find it let it out
Because somewhere along the line
I lost heart and swallowed the monarch I held in my cheek.
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