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drop. the morphine finally reaches her weak body through the long tube drop. the morphine enters the vein and sets off for a journey in her aching body drop. the morphine spreads and rushes with her pale blood to the remotest parts drop. from the tips of her toes, the relief wipes her body and her soul she drops my hand and she closes her eyes she doesn't need me, she doesn't need her heart her brain is just an ***** hiding there in the skull what she needs now is her spirit, that is percolating through the white plastic hospital-matress it is flowing away as a river, escaping from the pain she turns inside-out, she sinks in herself in colours, in pleasures, in eternity, in unexplored daffodil-fields, in heavens and hells the dripping stops, I can see it the morphine has evaporated, she can feel it her spirit crawls back into her damaged body connects the brain to the heart, gets the system ready back to reality with open eyelids welcome back again pain, at least you were killed for a while but the core of the disease is still in her belly she needs more morphine, more dreams, more of eternity drop.
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Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 9:17 AM UTC
Beside Her Bed in the Hospital
drop. the morphine finally reaches her weak body through the long tube drop. the morphine enters the vein and sets off for a journey in her aching body drop. the morphine spreads and rushes with her pale blood to the remotest parts drop. from the tips of her toes, the relief wipes her body and her soul she drops my hand and she closes her eyes she doesn't need me, she doesn't need her heart her brain is just an ***** hiding there in the skull what she needs now is her spirit, that is percolating through the white plastic hospital-matress it is flowing away as a river, escaping from the pain she turns inside-out, she sinks in herself in colours, in pleasures, in eternity, in unexplored daffodil-fields, in heavens and hells the dripping stops, I can see it the morphine has evaporated, she can feel it her spirit crawls back into her damaged body connects the brain to the heart, gets the system ready back to reality with open eyelids welcome back again pain, at least you were killed for a while but the core of the disease is still in her belly she needs more morphine, more dreams, more of eternity drop.
luca-molnar
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luca-molnar
Hungarian
Oct 11, 2011
Oct 11, 2011 at 9:17 AM UTC
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