Face Lift
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ou bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight whiteMummy-cloths, smiling: I’m all right. When I was nine, a lime-green anesthetist Fed me banana gas through a frog-mask. The nauseous vaultBoomed with bad dreams and the Jovian voices of surgeons.Then mother swam up, holding a tin basin. O I was sick.
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