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I caught a whiff of roast, carried by the crisp winter air.
I followed the scent and found myself standing outside the butcher.
I watched the tragic fate of the lovers that ended up on a plate.

rib to thigh
breast to cheek
skin to skin
the lovers weep salt
in the smoldering heat
limb to limb
flesh intertwined
wing to wing
their bodies brined
There I stand
I watch
sad about what is to come
once the courting dance stops