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Aug 2017
No, the doctors not in,
so feel that skin,
it might begin
to squirm,
to breath,
to shrink;
sink beneath
you stomach and crawl around.
The doctors not in,
so feel that skin
crawl and fall if you feel it at all.
He will be here soon to close your wound,
So don't fear my dear,
Just quiver til noon.
Daylight 4U2C
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   Ryan Holden
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