biomedical

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There she was, pretty and brown. In the high castle, Dead bodies all around. She took liver temps, and checked stomach contents. As I looked in awe  of what I wished to represent.  
How would you feel Not being whole Being called “freak” Because you don’t possess feet.   There are many in this position With the tables turned against them Not being allowed a chance
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