THE DIAGNOSIS
January 12th, 2012 § Leave a Comment
the chemicals I can’t
live without they’ll
kill me
:
after my labs
he asks if
I’m an artist
:
my heart not
as big as I
thought
:
my doctor his
eyes drawn to my
carotid artery
:
the vendor who
hates Arabs and Liberals
sells me my poisons
:
my arteries and
veins they work
harder than you
:
a well-lit plane
passes beneath
Venus
:
my new pill
I already have
the side effects
:
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