I once had a wart on my hand
Between my thumb and index finger
The doctor froze it first until I was numb
Then burned so deeply
Into the crease of my palm
I could smell my skin smoking
You did the same
When you were so cold
I could not bear to feel for you
Then in a shocking but predictable twist
You burned me so successfully
I doubt you would recognize me anymore
Only a scar of the blemish you removed
The wart
By the way
Never came back
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