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bleeding disease

  • 06.02.200621.12.2008

in between hackneyed gibberish
and death-rattle
meaningless hugs, some kisses


a hush glance at who nearly isn’t anymore

screaming false friends, cyring children at his bed,
loving silence at another one’s

leaving so quietly

bleeding decease

pack your bags, don’t forget to take a clean shirt
in heaven they are all beauteous


a running doctor

a flatlined man
alone on his bed

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