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Aug 2017
Cold sores never leave the body.
They are grafted into the being,
And become a hybrid life,
A symbiotic thing, perhaps a protective shield
From the unwanted, unsolicited other.
A wart, on the other hand,
Can be frozen, or, with the likes of you,
Repeated Compound W.
Francie Lynch
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Francie Lynch
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