Outpatient (Triolet, Balladeer's class)
It was supposed to be a simple surgery,When suddenly my body screamed in anguished cries...
The numbing agents seemed so powerless to me.
It was supposed to be a simple surgery.
My inner scars will be the vivid memories.
"BP's are dropping, thirty-six and twenty-eight!"
It was supposed to be a simple surgery,
When suddenly my body screamed in anguished cries...
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