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Meds

I am artificial muddled by the thick wet clay and I can’t feel my heartbeat through the sculptors hands

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  1. Date: 4/28/2012 8:06:00 PM

    Echoes of Sylvia Plath... and all those numbed by pharmaceuticals designed to heal but which so often disarticulate and confuse. BRAVO, Rachel! Best wishes, Keith

  1. Date: 3/9/2012 12:15:00 PM

    A small poem ...it say alot: lovely done. - oxox hugs Anne-Lise

  1. Date: 3/8/2012 9:18:00 PM

    mmm...I like it.

  1. Date: 3/8/2012 7:23:00 PM

    Your poem is very powerful. Excellent title.

  1. Date: 3/8/2012 5:43:00 PM

    i love the imagery in this poem and also the way the title gives the clue as to what it's about. great poem!

  1. Date: 3/8/2012 4:48:00 PM

    Very Good!