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Candles for All the Dead BoysMary Kolesnikova
And I know that you fucked his older brother
the day he died, but shut up about your dead boy.
We’ve all got dead boys, and there’s a lot more now.
Yours isn’t any different from anybody else’s dead boy.
Every house with a flag and a candle has one, every town
and every street has a dead boy. They’re everywhere,
and you’re no different with yours. When war
multiplies like cancer we are all dead boys.
My children rotting still inside my ovaries and they’re all
dead boys, dead little girls, because they’re smart enough
to choke themselves before the neverending war
gets its chance and kills them outright. Better not
to take the first breath now, not now, not yet.
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