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Julie Carter reads
 Insulin
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So do these numbers mean your blood is sweet?
Four times as sweet as mine when I last checked.
And do they mean you have no use for feet,
or sight, or healing wounds? But I suspect
statistics are more lies than truth in this.
For once I tasted of your bloodied lip,
ate copper's tang with every hungry kiss,
then felt the wound with aspen fingertips.

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