Emergency Clinic
Caustic implacable
poem unto and contra:
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I do not soothe your minor
� injuries I do not
� offer I require
� close history
� of the case apprentice-
� ship in past and fresh catastrophe
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The skin too quickly scabbed
� mutters for my debriding
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For every bandaged wound
� I’ll scrape another open
�
I won’t smile
� while wiping
� your tears
� I do not give
� simplehearted love and nor
� allow you simply love me
�
Iodine-dark
� poem walking to and fro all night
�
If you accept regardless
� this will be different
�
un-gainly
� unreconciled
�
unto and contra
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