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  • Fix

    Those unsmiling eyes need a fix
    you have spent a dozen weeks too many
    mentally saturated on
    crude reality-

    Cast down those iron walls
    that defend your pride,
    intellect, life, personal mayhem,
    and sit down on this bench

    capture this moment, smooth the edges
    the creases around your face
    let me take care of those bruises
    remove those negative pulses
    devise a new scheme to keep you alive
    ‘tis I, the Raggedy Doctor

    studying those profound eyes
    sketching the daydreamy gaze about

    Oh, how they travel five hundred miles an hour
    scanning the area, looking for life
    Craving a meaning from it all
    oh, but the Doctor
    remaining undetected.

    how could I pretend
    To let you be alive/dead,
    I dare ask myself.
    But You
    Stare blankly at me
    Expecting me to go about willingly,
    carrying on with my opportunity,
    to stitch you up, you wounded man…
    and let you go, and be forgotten.

    Foolish is the man
    who wants to be fixed
    and remain toiled , damaged, bruised,
    without anybody there.
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