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Black blood
poison makes it's way
through my veins
like a Panzer
through polish streets
leaving
my life's highway
in ruins
I become
a pincushion
for every lab tek
nurse and phlebotomist
walking the halls
of this sanitized hell
leaving me guessing
is the cure
worse than the disease
through my veins
like a Panzer
through polish streets
leaving
my life's highway
in ruins
I become
a pincushion
for every lab tek
nurse and phlebotomist
walking the halls
of this sanitized hell
leaving me guessing
is the cure
worse than the disease
Published 18th Mar 2021
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18th Mar 2021 7:16pm
I can earnestly feel this, Terry. That final line though. . .
* cough *
poison makes [ it's ] way
autocorrect will get you every time on that one.
* cough *
poison makes [ it's ] way
autocorrect will get you every time on that one.
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