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Autopsy

He came in a bag.
No one knew his, and no one would.
They set to work on him immediately,
opened him up, picked him apart.
His insides were strewn across the
cold metal desk, poked hand sliced and scrutinized.
The coroner’s report came in, the cause of death was simple:
“Apart from having half a brain, this man had no heart.” 

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