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Leaning over the marbled basin, I feel you taking up residence in a place that is not yours. Stealing my strength, sapping the nutrients from me. Bitter tea, metallic taste of near-nausea clings to my palate, knowing it is needed. I read the package insert with disdain. EXPECT MODERATE CRAMPING And I wait. Uninvited you crept into me; aging my youth, changing my life. And I cry. You are not welcome here. Written March 16th, 2002 © on Mar 16 2002 03:00 AM PST 0 • 1
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