White crisp sheets
Smell of disinfectant
Hushed voices
Portend grim verdicts
Rushed staccato heels
Small fast footfalls
Shrill raised voices
Then silence
Tight constricting grip
Weighing heavily
Pinning down
Motionless fatigued limbs
The longing
The desire
The passion and
Dreams unfinished
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