Poems ✍️
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Author: Melvina Germain

Anesthesia

Anesthesia surged through my soul
like a cobra wanting to devour me.
My energy, my umph, my hutzpah gone,
flatlined and fixated on the ceiling above,
divorced from reality, deprived of love.

Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: Oct.30/2015


  numbness Detachment exhaustion

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