I fast
to starve the beast inside
until he shrinks
into a dog
then a puppy
and one day
into nothing
just a little scar
on my hands
and my feet
just as a reminder.
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The year of the poem is finished, now it is the year for the protocol! Read about the misadventures of a plant scientist trying to make sense of photorespiration one mutant at a time.
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I really like the visual image of this poem. Good job! I love you Berk!
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