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Secrets Of The Dead

When I couldn't bear it anymore
the nurse pointed to the glass door
and said:
the grounds are lovely
at this time of year.
I didn't like to tell her
I was dying for a cigarette;
there were quite a few inside,
gutted from the same.
I found a bench, private on a gravel walk
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