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My loving heart.
A fallen rose hung on the arms of an everlasting dream.
A seldom touch, by the one who truely cares.
An upward glance, towards the dreams that dreamers think.
A lone petal, dropping slowly to the pond,
Like the long lost love, who was sadly meant to be.
In the room, through thick and thin.
All hope and thoughts, fading to black.
My one worry. My one hope. My love there.
Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.
Longing for more.
Was that a twitch? A tremor?
A movement of any kind?
I wish for one. I wish for one.
In the room, through thick and thin.
Next to the bed. A clinical smell.
My one worry. My one hope. My love there.
The lone petal, slowly slipping.
Drowning once the toad leaps.
I wish for one last hope.
I wish for one last chance.
Visiting hour.
Clinical smell.
A sense of all in disarray.
Why is it spinning?
Why is it spinning?
Bleep. Bleep. Bleep.
A rushed nurse.
A falling tear.
All my life, flashing before my eyes.
