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"mucosa" poems
The desired gene could be found In each cell of the body, But it expresses positively in few cells. A trefoil factor encoding gene I mean, It is found in the intestine TFF1 is found exclusively in the intestine. TFF1 is also known as pS2 Meaning protein for specificity 2, 2nd gene discovered for specificity protein. TFF1 protects gastrointestinal mucosa, From any injuries that may result Out of pathogenic invasion. The trefoil factor 2 encoding gene Is also found in the intestine But TFF2 plays a different role in the body. TFF2 is also known as pS1 Meaning protein for specificity 1, 1st gene discovered for specificity protein. TFF2 protects gastrointestinal mucosa, From any cancer that may result Out of oncogenic activity. And the third trefoil factor encoding gene, It is only expressed in the female womb But TFF3 is crucial for a successful pregnancy. I love my field of study very much And I respect my major guide, Dr Ashok Kumar Mohanty, he is so wise.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 8:17 PM UTC
New Ideas
Fortify this Amozanian square, Wherith Baldheads are anguished, No other place shall compare!!!! Altered skin wearers, Sleeve wearing tribesmen!!! Amourostity don't leave me to far gone, Showeth me love, Showeth me loving kindness, Shower me thy grain!!! And thine finess.... Fruition comes suddenly, Studdingly the airs wind stays chill, Dead/lock exhibitions of fan fare latitude!!!! A blonde chapter of northern affairs, How changeable is ones man I can smile!!! Defilement she hath seen, Derider, Non abider, Doesn't fit on thine circuited scene... What a guise to all wherin whom sleep!!! Guardeth thy soul, Their mind is of allotrope, You'll whimper as they weepeth!!!! Flourisher, Nourisher of nutrientral push!!! Snappish, Irenic, lover of pre school books!!!! Sorceries own solvent, Dissolvent of surmise talk, Your a new age Delilah thou fresh smelling mucosa you!!!!!
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May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 4:37 PM UTC
Amazonian shelter...
I am an egg in your gastrointestinal tract. I'll be living here, I hope that's alright with you, oh and make sure you treat me well, you wouldn't want to be a bad host. Don't bother pet naming me. My name is Enterobius, but I like to be called the Pinworm. I'll be hatched in your duodenum, which is your small intestine. Maybe your small dumb mind didn't know. I'm a grower and I'm gonna need some space so I'm gonna take a trip to your colon, I'll feel like a real adult by then. My husband and I will mate there and he'll sadly die, but not in vain. I'll still be here and I think I'll move to your ileum caecum, which is the large intestine, man you humans don't even know the real names for your body parts. I'll eventually attach to the mucosa and I'll be engulfed with eggs, my 16,000 little babies. And on my way out of your body I'll be expelling my eggs. I just wanna say, I'm as excited for the ride as you are.
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Jun 23, 2013
Jun 23, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
I'll be staying awhile
i heard my mom use the L word when i was telling her about my personally forbidden escapades with the boy my doctor who i’ve let see a framed picture of an iota of my wounds but still cannot bring myself to call my boyfriend as if the word is somehow poisoned as i’ve convinced myself in my loneliness that the idea of that feeling that most definitely isn’t love was the stinging venom burning through my veins melting my skin to waxy torrents coursing from gaping wounds butchered into my supple dermis trying to escape my corporeal prison. my body seizes at the utterance of two syllables because i am terrified that the house of cards that hold up that word on such an unnatural pedestal will crumble evaporate into the ether hanging around me keeping me drunk on that piquing ache churning reaching deeper than the bedrock of my stomach that my incessant pepto can’t touch a blowfly burrowing itself into the mucosa of my abdominal cavity that i know is filled with my vital organs but feels more like a vacuum. he’s not my boyfriend even though i tell him to turn over in the darkness of our shared slumber so i can be the big spoon and he can teach me how to breath his respirations in his back pressing my chest into inhalation just as my head on his chest rises and falls with him my pectoral moon pulling my tides surrendering to the inevitable turn and living in that imperceptible moment between inhalation and exhalation a silence wherein we are one and i feel like his skin could perhaps be mine.
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Aug 3, 2015
Aug 3, 2015 at 2:22 PM UTC
boyfriend
i heard my mom use the L word when i was telling her about my personally forbidden escapades with the boy my doctor who i’ve let see a framed picture of an iota of my wounds but still cannot bring myself to call my boyfriend as if the word is somehow poisoned as i’ve convinced myself in my loneliness that the idea of that feeling that most definitely isn’t love was the stinging venom burning through my veins melting my skin to waxy torrents coursing from gaping wounds butchered into my supple dermis trying to escape my corporeal prison. my body seizes at the utterance of two syllables because i am terrified that the house of cards that hold up that word on such an unnatural pedestal will crumble evaporate into the ether hanging around me keeping me drunk on that piquing ache churning reaching deeper than the bedrock of my stomach that my incessant pepto can’t touch a blowfly burrowing itself into the mucosa of my abdominal cavity that i know is filled with my vital organs but feels more like a vacuum. he’s not my boyfriend even though i tell him to turn over in the darkness of our shared slumber so i can be the big spoon and he can teach me how to breath his respirations in his back pressing my chest into inhalation just as my head on his chest rises and falls with him my pectoral moon pulling my tides surrendering to the inevitable turn and living in that imperceptible moment between inhalation and exhalation a silence wherein we are one and i feel like his skin could perhaps be mine.
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First, look at the letter. The world fills the world of the mucosa and sits on the opposite side of the Snake Blackburn cockroach. Popular name: World health character The last death of Bit, Mark has a completely non-visionary look at Jersey. Jack, money machine, broken license, space in the income group, planetary priest, drinking, smell and killing. The biggest giant monster is hiding on a high-profile birthday, and Marcus fills with a gun. People start smoking in dogs, chicks, gypsies, cars, young people, tubes, whites, young people, prostitutes, people who smoke. The subject was black, where the other was sent in Latin, with a sloping top. When we came to the wilderness of the image, we stopped in knowledge, to sanctify the Holy One of God and the new spirit in the pit of this world. The cobblestones I wanted, the last to a couple, along with the family name - the smallest, not the highest person in Georgia, the honey, the terrible food, and brought to a table and one class. The officer dug the ship from the flames in the city. Excerpts, guests and many guests who play games, play with their children, play favorite games, play your favorite players and players.
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Nov 20, 2018
Nov 20, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
The world fills the world | [money machine]