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The recovery room (Free verse) by katinchina
Bloody eyes pleading
Anemic hands reaching out
Paper thin bloodless bodies
Lifeless
Pungent smells of life giving spirits
Putrid smells of death defeated spirits
Old blood on sheets, old wounds on him
Tangerine hair, swollen tummies
The illusion of health and food full bellies
Desperate eyes hungry lips thirsty souls
Starving for replenishment
Still clinging to survival, clamoring for salvation
The smell of death I met miles outside
Inside, the look of death I couldnât abide
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