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Aug 2020
of name untold and pain unsure
in the penultimate hours of the day
a shadow, a murmur, an imprint in the bed
the smallest child next door is dead

I'm choking on my own air
but there is music in the room
sweet mechanical staccato
to the rythm of machines

death waits on the visitors' chair
Written by
     Jim Musics and Sushant
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