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Breath test
Let science create
A bag to inflate
With sighs of relief;
Then at its leisure
Go back and measure
The size of relief.
Stuffed in a sack,
Locked in a cage:
Hearts build up plaque
Beating in rage.
Oh, how my body picks on me!
My eyes are playing tricks on me;
What was that I couldn’t quite hear?
Is it what I thought I might fear?
And that fast-failing organ brain:
Now it’s pretending I’m not sane!
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