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System Disabilities

Poetry By: AMarlee
Health and fitness

Disturbances in yourself

Submitted:May 10, 2011    Reads: 42    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

There is a buzzing noise behind my ears
Flashing right into my eyes
Perpetually touching my brain- nerves corrupted-
Like a baby crying
High pitched squeals and whines that pierce the skin
A prickly barnacle
Stuck to the side of my head pushing pins in deeper
Calibrating my system
To work with newfound disability


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