©2000 by Hesse Carrington
Dura is my valentina.
Though she has another I am
Her experiment in love.
Pale and etherised I suffer.
Disregarding my devotion,
In her sterile, anesthetic
Voice she says, "You saved her from me."
"But what dear surgeon can save me from
Dying under your stifling hand?"
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