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Epicurean Birds

Sealed tight inside a closed coffin until death flings the lid off, and the serrated scythe softly slashes the caged birds of Epicurus - feathered prey bleeding in silent surrender, painfully pleading for flight as the reaper moors their wings to marble plated sandstone mausoleums slivered with blood

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