Antiseptics Poems - Poems about Antiseptics

...Broken but disbelieving, we wait for any doctor to say it’s just blood as the gray man greens, throws- up in triage. A Goth teen holds Band-Aids to her scalped thumb. Somebody loses patien......

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...When I talk to you, I'm talking to the wall - to photos arranged across from where you hung the paintings made by your own two hands. Set behind the dusty glass of antiquated frames, the pho......

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...oh wondrous pepper! born in Kerala, South India & said to be “the king of spices”--- that which goes with practically any food, that which does all that it can to bring excitement to the tongue--- s......

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