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I sit in
this chair, frozen with fear,
as my tormentor stands before me,
an evil grin upon his face,
tools of torture in his grasp.
Waves of
nausea envelope me
and I am numb.
I try to move and resist,
but his accomplice steps in
and thwarts my efforts.
I am
helpless,
and at the mercy of this madman.
Resistance is futile.
I see him
approach with out-stretched arms,
and feel the pain and the agony.
I hear the sound of bone
being ripped from my flesh,
.......as the dentist pulls
another tooth.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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