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Sep 13
It was held open with toothpicks.
A valve in its womb.
Held on by threads.
Seen by everyone in the room.
A time when I looked,
From within, from just five.
It’s not as good as being dead,
But it’s great being alive!

NOTES – Hmmmm, another name would be Pathology Blues. Changed my mind.
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Drab
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