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from the mouth of a ghost,
murder most foul.
scratch the itch,
avenge me now.
uncle, now king,
a kinsman foe.
you, now chosen
dispose him so.
expose him so he
can not live.
his deeds stuck in
his ribs like a shiv.
twist it, then make
the pain deep in,
deepen, steepen
bleed his sins.
your love has gone,
ophelia to hate.
the damage is done.
it’s all too late.
take up the sword,
a poisoned tip,
make down to hell
a family trip.

-m.p. 09/19/2015

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