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A poem about my foot (that isn’t really about my foot) - ​dodie
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A poem about my foot (that isn’t really about my foot) ​dodie

A poem about my foot (that isn’t really about my foot) - ​dodie
Today I hurt my ankle, I passed out from the pain.
I thought that it was broken, turns out it's just a sprain.

I didn’t get any crutches, no bandages, no bruise.
A slightly swollen lump, just isn't enough proof.

If you where to feel it you'd expect it to be blue, a mangled mess with a bone sticking out, you’d call an ambulance too.

But I'm smiling with my ice pack, this sort of goes to show, people can feel like they're on fire, and you'd never really know.
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