You knew about the damage, the doctor
told you, I was not comming back.
Yet, you had to make sure, nothing on me
You touched, went to another.
You would after retraining me, come back
to plug in the cord of my mind.
You would turn on the wide screen T.V. to
sit back and after the last act to flip on the
switch and revist the scene one more time.

Is It Poetry

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