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Cooked meet slivers over bubble broth
Sharp onions bites
Cook the eyes and burst open the flood
Phones ring from room to room
Over the huffing the puffing
And sizzling meat
A patient at the door
Bells scream out against the thick
Window panes
Knocks on the outside falter
Huffing, puffing and squeeking out
"The cure is coming. The cure is coming."
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