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Sep 1
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.
#sad #beginner
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