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2nd Floor Please

******** 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

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nathaniel
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Sep 16, 2010
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