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Feb 2013
The brain doctors cannot fix her.
Don't you tell me that they can.
I've eaten every antidote, and shut her up with medicine.
I have done just as they taught me.
I carved out every imperfection, every sin.

I dissected her identity.
I cut her mind up until there was nothing left.

Nothing left but a body.
Nurse Joy
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Nurse Joy  In a mote of dust..
(In a mote of dust..)   
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