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Feeling of hurt,
though unseen, yet felt.

Embedded deep inside,
the urge to cut it out,
lingers in the mind.

Doctor Time,
please run your rounds,
quicken your pace,
for when you eventually stop;
I know the pain,
would be gone,
silently,
bit by bit,
salve instead left behind,
soothing and cool.

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