bleeding disease

in between hackneyed gibberish
and death-rattle
meaningless hugs, some kisses

farewell

a hush glance at who nearly isn’t anymore

screaming false friends, cyring children at his bed,
loving silence at another one’s

leaving so quietly

bleeding decease

pack your bags, don’t forget to take a clean shirt
in heaven they are all beauteous

void

a running doctor
and

a flatlined man
alone on his bed

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