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Get a lack, the billboards said, You need a lack at this point in your life. And so, to show we were not out of kilter with the times, We got a lack.
It cost a child. Our only, fair exchange for all that lack. They smiled and said she’d barely feel a thing. We got a lack.
We moved it in. Epicentred it in what was once her room. It hollows spaces in the place where feelings are, Then fills with lack.
Get a lack, the billboards say, You need a lack at this point in your life. Why wait on Fate to make you incomplete? Get a lack.
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