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"glc" poems
The clock ticks. Arms snapping like twigs. Like plastic. I can’t bear to watch. Medicine. Three times a day. Faces. You rot in your bed. The needle. Tears a hole.
 The tube. Down your throat.
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Sep 1, 2025
Sep 1, 2025 at 3:33 PM UTC
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Glc
The clock ticks. Arms snapping like twigs. Like plastic. I can’t bear to watch. Medicine. Three times a day. Faces. You rot in your bed. The needle. Tears a hole.
 The tube. Down your throat.
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