Hospitals depress meThey remind me of prison cells Its where, frowning people in painSleep on tube framed squeaky beds A heavy scent of aspirinGreets you on the doorFar away in a cornerA baby’s shrill cries echo Like thunder rolling from a heavy cloud Hospitals depress meThey tell me what is dying and deathFluid-like through the creaks of the windowSlow as the shadows of...
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