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During divorce (child's view) (Other) by ~incarnate~
Private is empathy
Pity not sympathy
Random telepathy
To crush your useless thoughts
Hideous is cousin Nell
Cocoon of fetid smell
Forcing my thoughts to dwell
on germs sticking to skin
Back to ceremony
Unpaid alimony
Might be a felony
In mama's greedy eye
Here in the grey, old hall
I hear my favorite call
From the once talking ball
Elvira is her name
Hid is my maddened hate
For the legalese state
Of my parents now late
Working on their marriage
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