Now that I’m older
I can feel the ghosts in my shoulder
Where did they come from
An old injury
My right side
It’s almost always my right side
Hook me up to your machine
Medicine man
What’s the plan?
So many wires and leads
It looks like you put a hex on me
I look like Weapon X
Maybe just bleed it out
And leave me be
Set me free
From this misery
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