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Strangled by sterile smells

while we entertain thoughts

of hope and walk in place

or along halls as empty

as the souls laying under

white sheets- those forced

to rest before they wanted to.



This is the place where we say

only hellos and goodbyes-

hellos to tiny bundles cradled

in arms but with huge promise,

goodbyes to wrinkled limbs

that abandoned promise long ago

before they stepped through

the sliding doors that have

since remained shut.



A place that can never be home,

but that is where all who enter

will soon be sent.