Varicose Veins

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Etherized minds,
Dull-edged, square pegs,
Each day they shove themselves
In to the serpent’s mouth.
Then fight, groan,
Heave and pant,
Until they’re spewed out;
Mangled and contorted.
Struggling to survive,
They die each day,
And yet there’s no end.
For this is the means.
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