And powdered marble dust below.
Contortions stand on hands week truth.
Facial tics exposed two pools that see.
While ears hold out one nurtured view.
To see such agony laid out and know.
Doctors hidden neeth a cotton sheet.
Air so thin it's screams of death a rasp.
Suddenly released and sleep returns.
e.d.
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