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Sep 2010
******* screaming at sleeping babies
its the second floor of the maternity ward
and we all know it cause we've been there
It was just our own haptophobia
the place was bad like broken glass
cold and shaded in the winter embrace
we told ourselves we couldn't face
what was within those doors
so we let them scream and magnify
till it had stopped and life had died
Nathaniel
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