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    Len Gurts at the Dentist, Perhaps

    I am waiting. I do not want to.
    If they remove the root from me it dies.

    I feel fated by something I never would have chosen
    (but I did! I am a piece of shit)

    and it may be a curse or a tooth, as I still
    hide deep deep truth, man; but

    that all doesn’t matter, as I was called for
    by something ontically beyond me, so I wait

    acceptingly, at a push: send hot nurses.

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