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He probed his cooled instrument into the meat of my ear, and the ENT specialist gives it an "all clear"- Yet these ears go on repeating, those words caught draining, out of your cigarette mouth- lit deep in our darkening alley.
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May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 9:57 AM UTC
Metallic Cooled Probing Instrument
He probed his cooled instrument into the meat of my ear, and the ENT specialist gives it an "all clear"- Yet these ears go on repeating, those words caught draining, out of your cigarette mouth- lit deep in our darkening alley.
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May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 9:57 AM UTC
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