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Surgeon
He dissected them
I donned rubber gloves
and pulled apart their organs
trying to understand
how it was
that I was any better than them
or even
any different.
—–
He loved the distance a pen could create
offering the safety of clinical observation
placing him behind the Plexiglas
and far above
so that he appeared clean and professional
all the while taking g...
Friday 23rd November 2018 1:01 am
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