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Until spotless it lies,

Prim and proper.
Watch for that is all we do. Watch.

They tear out our larynx

Cut off our legs, place our torso
In front of blinking screens

That grab our eyes

And make us clap

And clap and clap and clap

Clap until our fingers hurt

Clap until our hands run river rapids
Clap until the Thwack becomes a wet Flump

And we look down and realize

We have blood on our hands.

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