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WHEELCHAIR
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LITTLE THINGS
We roll through oyster
halls in sad, squeaky wheelchairs
whilst drugs drown us down—
poor patients solemn with frowns.
The fiendish, frantic nurses
nurture computer data
like specters who chant and pant.
There's a gripping and
There's a gripping and heart-crushing story between each stunning line. A stellar example of style, explosive brevity and wisdom beyond your years. Brilliant!
Your signature style---a
Your signature style---a vast, implied backstory; a haunted scene; and a sense of despair---is well deployed here. Compression is always a sign of classic talent, and you certainly demonstrate your command of that talent.
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