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On the Floor


call
No. Ok
Horror, tears
Screams
on the floor
No. No.
on the floor
He won't
You're not sure
in the room
The little room with the door
pray, peace, comfort
No. not now, not here

drive drive
in the night
wait, not here
down the hall
in the room with the door

Ok
sleep on the floor
How old
Not sure
surgery
ok
Crashing, failing
more lines, more machines
what for

blood, lines
versed
cadaver skin
bandages, surgery
check the eyes
change the bandage
pray, cry

New Year
Don't fear, come here
On the floor
in the room
The big room, with the door
pray, cry, sit, wait

Cold feet
No more
sit on the floor
in the room, with the door
I'm sorry he said
He's dead

floor
room
door



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