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Therapy is the addiction of the age
Shrinks to wrap our minds Tighten the loose screws and Send them shiny bright new into the world. A therapist is our era’s magician, She can mine the nuggets our Ore bodies hide and polish Them to jewels we can see Sparkling in the dark. Or, if you prefer, a therapist Will muck about with you In the sewers, removing chunks of shit for analysis and Disposal, or display. Again, as you prefer. Therapy enfolds aspects from Acupuncture and Massage to Analysis and Meditation. It can be done walking, talking Sitting or lying - It can transform or Stall, obsess or bore. A malleable monster. A beast or a knight – But Always a mage – A transformer Electric or acoustic.
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