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i was re-reading what i wrote the other day and thought it sounded like i was depressed. i am not. its not about my life, it is about something else. although if you would like to interpret it that way, be my guest. here is something a bit more happy. about one of my school classes.

discussing nothing
while you bandage
my fake injury

repeating what we know
to make it unchangeable
as we learn to save lives

pressing my hands
on the naked chest of
the artificial woman
giving life,
while breaking bones

sucking the liquid
from your nose
so that you can breath

giving you the essence
so that your heart
wont burst
and letting you breath
the marvelous sky