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Spent,
an enured year off
for your partner’s slow death,
interrogated by a kid
about the remnants of life.

Our futures are schemed
by privateers,
those insurers will do well
in our twilight years.

They’ll suck on the dividends,
draw succus from flesh,
as our neighbours, our friends,
save hard for their death.

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