Broken the diagnosis,
Change the cure,
Perhaps with prosthesis,
The subject may be pure,
Twist here,
Turn there,
Do not fear,
On to tear,
One looks on,
What ailment scars,
What is this spawn,
Behind phantom bars,
They tried to fix,
Tried to hear the clicks,
They tried to mend,
To make it bend,
A shriek cries out,
It is done,
To clear all doubt,
All saved but the one,
Though, what is not spoken,
It was never broken.
Jan 7, 2015
Jan 7, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
Broken the diagnosis,
Change the cure,
Perhaps with prosthesis,
The subject may be pure,
Twist here,
Turn there,
Do not fear,
On to tear,
One looks on,
What ailment scars,
What is this spawn,
Behind phantom bars,
They tried to fix,
Tried to hear the clicks,
They tried to mend,
To make it bend,
A shriek cries out,
It is done,
To clear all doubt,
All saved but the one,
Though, what is not spoken,
It was never broken.
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