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I was picking up the dismembered body |
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Piece by piece as a puzzle |
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Here is the soft head - it's bones are shattered |
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I extracted the brain, sucked it out with vacuum cleaner |
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And I thrust an air-balloon inside through the torn mouth |
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To preserve the form of the skull |
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The trunk was reminding a battlefield: |
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Multiple slash wounds, craters and blisters from burns |
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The broken ribs, when pressed a bit, |
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Were piercing the skin as toilet-paper |
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It was difficult to define, where front was, and where back |
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Rooted out limbs made this hard task even more complicated |
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I even don't know is it a man or a woman? |
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Sexual attributes are disfigured and depersonalized |
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As if they were intentionally plowed by a tractor |
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A pile of useless forcemeat with a proud name - the human being |
