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Apr 2013
The Machine
My mind whirs and my heart beats
My bones creak
My stomach lurches
My organs motor on.
Yet, for all of this,
I am calm.
I am serene.
I sit quietly,
despite my machine.
Nyssa Jacobsen
Written by
Nyssa Jacobsen  30/F/Plymouth, England
(30/F/Plymouth, England)   
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   Gary Muir
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