they take my blood for their machines
to analyse
the very heart of me
laid bare to scrutiny
a diagnosis
of an ill I never realised
I needed a prescription for
just to survive
so nice of them
to save my life
but I feel fine
May 12, 2023
May 12, 2023 at 12:56 PM UTC
they take my blood for their machines
to analyse
the very heart of me
laid bare to scrutiny
a diagnosis
of an ill I never realised
I needed a prescription for
just to survive
so nice of them
to save my life
but I feel fine
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