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Jan 2016
Cut the corners of my eyes,
make them open wider
Stitch my lips up tight,
keep them together

Is it possible to disrupt my eardrums too?
And maybe stuff my nose up with filters
Roll up my tongue so I can’t bend the truth
And infuse my skin with some glitters

I cannot make the world a better place,
nor unsee, unhear, and unremember
So doctor, please fix my damaged face
Bring back what I lost when I was younger.
Written by
Angelica Andres
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