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Jan 2012
Buzz and beeps from machines,
Air pushes in and out,
Your chest moves,
My knees shake;
Yet I try to seem steady.
There's a rawness in my throat,
A hole in my belly,
I feel as though I should just drop to the ground to cry
The nurses look at me with pity,
The doctors glance as they go by,
And there I am;
Watching you die.
R A Sanders
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R A Sanders
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