the sacrifice that begs to live
hoping you'll forgive
pleading with its brow line
eyes like a diamond mine
lying about the knife on the rope
says you couldn't cope
the baby in the bathwater
made it dirtier
giving you the business
its voice like a crisis
detailing your potential losses
making you nauseous
a seed that dug its heels in you
roots like claws that grew
spread itself all over
you like a hot fever
now it's daring you to separate
what you love and what you hate
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