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EternalSunday

Published: Mar 2, 2012

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the aftertaste of your apologies reminds me
of hospital bureaucracy, filling
in forms

with broken fingers.

asymmetric doubt lingering
in waiting rooms,

as nurses walk by, tiptoeing between
the lines of life and death.

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