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Anesthesia

None of this is preconceived.

Lesson One came in the knowing

That no animal, angel, or adult

Has any knowing at all.

 

Life never attains ideals.

There’s a sand-grained image of you:

“How did you manage sunburn in Great Yarmouth?”

The pain now forgotten as anecdote.

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Written by
Edward-Coles
26 / M / English
Published
May 16, 2014
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