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Unforgiveness
splinter in your breastbone lives
there lodged like a small tree.
Withers in winter looms
in spring. Its fruit is sweet
on first bite then turns
into the taste of your own flesh.
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Now we go in and take over answered A. Its our duty to help these people.
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