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Deft hands Obfuscated as if by clouds The lens becomes opaque (not because you’ve done anything wrong) It’s just the way it is Seeing is believing it is said The surgeon deftly removes the offending tissue The lens is replaced Ten minutes I can see, and I believe |
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