Fill in the blanks after these lines. The finished poem should have 10 lines and any number of spaces in between.
Wax and Filigree
A cantankerous old shit
In an effort
Afterlife, afterlife
But were never even born
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Wax and filigree
fill the form of the palace.
A cantankerous old shit
sits in the same damn place he always sits.
In an effort
Not to cry, he grimaces all the harder.
Afterlife, Afterlife,
he thinks, as if receiving a strange phonecall. Never heard of it.
But we were never even born,
he concludes , and cries.
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