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When the IT department
Closes its fist,
My excommunicated spouse,
Leads me through the doorway.

And just as the jury decides,
Whose land is greater
And we enter into a new pact;

Teasing the crowds,
As if tomorrow’s hell
Should burst like a pregnant woman

And out of her
A birthed synonym for shame.

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