After I have slaughtered a heart,
I place it on the sterile table,
For it to have the new experience,
What life would be, when cleaned and cleared,
With no other contagious emotions,
And I sprayed the salty tears of soy sauce,
And gulped the heart of an animal,
That is called as a chicken.
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