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el dia de los muertos

i remember my half sister crying

and my whole father triumphant

 

her kittens dug into the ground

mercilessly shot in the back of the head

 

and i think of that last bottle of whiskey

and the aunt’s pills, you sorry motherfucker

 

now it’s you in the hole

 

the only difference being…

you deserve to be dead

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