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Dec 2018
You walked into that surgery room. The time's turning your body to grume.

I see it in those eyes old man,
You don't wanna be
But death you can't

Old man, look and see your offspring . Look and see the old woman by your side.
Look at the happiness you
bring. The sadness if you died.

Still, you'reΒ Β imprisoned in your human
flesh. Your grotesque wounds hidden under
fine mesh.

But, old man, don't you dissaffect.
Don't wear that face of gloom.
You walk like a conscious object.
But my dear old man, you'll walk out of that surgery room.

Written by
Klaus  15/M/Ireland
     ---, Crazy Diamond Kristy and Fawn
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