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Feb 2016
The doctors in this world:
bearded people
who rub their eyes too much
and frown too often.

Harmless really, they say.
Just a chemical socket
to connect the loose hoses
of your brain.

As if a new planet would not
be made of your body:
an earthquake in your bones,
a volcano in your stomach.

As if the absence of your soul
with all its bitter colors
could not be called
a side effect.
Written by
Virginia Lore  Seattle
(Seattle)   
366
   Aazzy
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