She said rather carelessly
And then pressed the matter in
Like an iron on a white crisp shirt
By glancing up right into my eye
slung her leg around
Propped the plastic part on the metal footrest and told me she wanted to be platinum
She sucked tea into her esophagus
While telling me about the chronic headaches
And I found a large arch of a scar along the right side of the back of her head
Where the tumor came out
It is no mistake you have been given the wounded that sit in your chair.
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